Ok, so, on June 3rd of this year, it will be two years since I was discharged from the hospital after my stem cell transplant for my second cancer. This is about how far I got when I thought I was in the clear from my first cancer, so I am nervous. I just have to make it beyond this point to be able to believe that my cancer free status will stick,
I decided to go big with the second one…brain cancer! Primary CNS lymphoma. Thank the lord it was a treatable one, but still scary and awful nonetheless. I thought to myself at the time what the heck? Two cancers in four years! Something had to be messed up in my baseline so I thought a do over was what was needed. I have to admit I didn’t fully understand what a grueling and terrifying process that was going to be. Let me explain. First, they have to determine that your cancer is fully treated and in remission. That in and of itself is not easy task with months and months of inpatient chemo. Then, you get not long enough of a break before launching into the stem cell process.
The stem cell process needs to be done within a certain time window as to not allow the freshly treated cancer to return. You need to first inject yourself with what’s called granulocyte colony stimulating factor to get you white blood cells/stem cells to rocket themselves into the millions! Then, you have a triple lumen inserted into your chest that you get to mess around with for a long time to make the harvesting process easier. Then you spend the majority of a day getting harvested through that port. It’s kind of like a reverse plasma pheresis machine that is drawing them out of you for hours. I think I broke records that day with how many I was able to donate to myself and how quickly they came out. I think I was only there for about six hours as opposed to the normal 8 or 10 or 12. I think I overshot the donation mark by several million.
Then, you get another little break and then it’s into the hospital you go. You have to stay anywhere from ten days to a full month. Here is where the real danger begins. The goal of this hospitalization is to blast you with chemo until your white cell numbers are so low that they need to be manually counted! This kind of chemo is so fierce it will have you having crazy diarrhea and nausea and having to shower ever two hours so your skin does not peel off. It is real cannon ball type stuff. It drops your hemoglobin and platelets down to transfusion levels as well. Then, here is where the timing gets really tricky. They need to plan your antibiotics actually BEFORE your immune system bottoms out entirely. Otherwise, you start getting all those terrible infections that a normal immune system would fight against.
Unfortunately, I was not so lucky. My antibiotics were started a little late in my opinion and I got three different infections. I was septic, somewhat out of my head. I had a fever. I had rigors, which are the kind of shakes that literally make it hard to talk or move or do anything. They are very scary. You have to do some really strong narcotics to even make a dent in them. Also, when you have all those infections, you are not allowed to leave your room to do the walking necessary to further stimulate your immune system to take the new cells and regenerate. You are kind of defeated at both ends. That just added to the frustration and fear because I was very motivated to help myself in my own recovery and that got in the way of that.
But, even so, I was able to get out of that hospital in ten days anyway! I think it was a combination of all the prayers, baseline decent health, and force of my own inner strength. I am so so grateful for all of that. There is a part of me to this day that would like to be a part of educating the hospital staff further so something like this doesn’t happened to someone else. Unfortunately, no one was up for that education so those attempts went nowhere.
Overall, I am extremely grateful to even be alive to be writing this for you. There is nothing better than getting to open your eyes in your own bed next to your husband and hanging out with your kids and pets. Nothing. I already had a great appreciation for everything around me but now it is magnified even further. So, my final thoughts are to concentrate on my upcoming anniversary with as little fear as possible,and try to embrace all my future possibilities. Cheers to everyone’s good health and embracing what you have!
Have a great day and a Happy Easter!
Dr. Katz










