We had our first appointment in Spokane, WA this week with some new blood test results. The PSA went up slightly to 2.8 and the AlkPhos was up to 49 from 39. Not really a significant rise. Overall, good results. I was able to stay Wednesday night and get my Lupron and Pamidronate on Thursday. This means I won't have to make another 3 hour drive to Spokane until November 10. I have been feeling pretty good and have had less fatigue. The pain has been much better, too. I still struggle with insomnia, but I feel like that is improving little by little. Hope all is well with all of you.
Talk to you soon!
Brian.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
PSA? What PSA?
We traveled to Salt Lake for an appointment with the Oncologist that we had seen previously. I was able to have blood drawn, get the infusion for the bone strengthener (Pamidronate), and get set up with an Orthopedic Oncologist and Radiation Ocologist. I had my infusion on Thursday and got my PSA results back. Drumroll please.... 1.6!!!!! With an Alkaline Phosphatase of 39! These are the lowest scores in recorded history!! (for me) To say that we were stunned and excited doesn't even begin to tell the story. We believe that it is a combination of the Ketoconozale, Pancreatic Enzymes, and a gift from God. Throw in some strict dietary restrictions and other parts of this protocol and we think we are making some progress. Last month the PSA went from 21.3 to 14 so this is the second month in a row of substantial decline in PSA and AlkPhos. Very good signs. We are hopeful that it will continue. As others who live month to month by lab results know, things can change quickly, but we are establishing a good pattern. Thank all of you for your thoughts and prayers. It is working and we are constantly aware and reminded of all of our beautiful friends.
One note of sadness...
We have just been made aware that our good friend Ellsy, that I had treatment in Reno and Tijuana, passed away. Her, and her husband Ron, were the ones responsible for throwing me my 40th birthday party while in Mexico. Ellsy is on the far right of this picture. She was one of the bravest people I have ever met. Through pain and tough times she always had a smile, a kind word, and thoughtful support for everyone she met. She fought hard and testified of her love of the Savior. She was, and always will be, a true inspiration to me and my family, as well as many others. I want Ron to know that she is loved and will be missed greatly. I have the deepest love, admiration, and respect for both of them and wish Ron all of the comfort that God can grant him. He is a true gentleman and Ellsy was a beautiful lady.
All my love,
Brian.
One note of sadness...
We have just been made aware that our good friend Ellsy, that I had treatment in Reno and Tijuana, passed away. Her, and her husband Ron, were the ones responsible for throwing me my 40th birthday party while in Mexico. Ellsy is on the far right of this picture. She was one of the bravest people I have ever met. Through pain and tough times she always had a smile, a kind word, and thoughtful support for everyone she met. She fought hard and testified of her love of the Savior. She was, and always will be, a true inspiration to me and my family, as well as many others. I want Ron to know that she is loved and will be missed greatly. I have the deepest love, admiration, and respect for both of them and wish Ron all of the comfort that God can grant him. He is a true gentleman and Ellsy was a beautiful lady.
All my love,
Brian.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Slow, but sure...
We finally have gotten a handle on the treatment program. I was able to go fishing today with Bruce, my father-in-law. The fishing part wasn't what we hoped for, but I was able to leave early, take all my supplements with me, and stay out until 4pm with no problems. Being able to stick with this program exactly, but still have the freedom to do the things that I enjoy made it a great day. I will be looking forward to many more. Hopefully, with a few more fish!
B.
B.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Treatment or Disease?
Treatment or Disease?
I had sort of a bad night last night. I felt okay and didn’t have any pain. I just couldn’t sleep. It has become apparent that the Hydrocodone that I needed for pain management has become physically and/or psychologically important for a decent night’s sleep. That, in and of itself, is not a big problem. The tough part is that part of my enzyme therapy is a fairly intense detoxification. So if the meds are not for pain, I need to get off of them. I decided that last night should be the night to start. I lay awake until about 3 am, unable to sleep. If it was just insomnia, that would stink enough. Instead, I get a very intensely uncomfortable and restless feeling in my arms and legs that make it impossible to lay still. I start to fidget and end up fairly miserable. That is where the fun really starts. As I get increasingly more irritated that I can’t sleep, all the other injustices start to flare up. This program that I am on is very structured. Pills, juices, saunas, and other less delicate parts of the protocol take place between every half hour to hour throughout the course of the day. While just drinking a vegetable juice or swallowing a handful of pills doesn’t sound obnoxious and exhausting, take my word for it, it becomes that way. When your day becomes a steady stream of “have to’s” and very few “want to’s”, it becomes easy to dread the arrival of a new cycle of treatment. It makes you look forward to a night of uninterrupted sleep. When you can’t have that, ironically because of another pill, it can make you a bit agitated. I am being descriptive about this not because I want to upset those close to me or to garner sympathy. My wife dedicates her day and her life to the preservation of mine. She works tirelessly day after day to make sure that I have the pills, the juice, or anything else I need. The only time she complains is if I am trying to do more than I should instead of saving my energy for healing. So, I wondered what I was trying to say. I almost wadded this up and threw it away as I got to this point. Then I remembered why I decided to start this blog. To share my experience in the hopes that others would be able to relate and find hope. I know that I am not unique. Others have cancer. Others have afflictions, sickness, and trials. Others lose hope and are not sure where to find it again. Others have treatments that are far more invasive and harsh than what I go through daily. Sometimes, in down moments, the treatment seems like a bigger pain than the disease. That is where the support is really needed. Not only to support you through the disease, but to distract you through the treatment. Sometimes you wonder’ “Will all this effort pay off?” and “Am I using the last time I have left on a ridiculous wild goose chase?” I won’t know the answer to that until it works or it doesn’t. If your child was on a bike and about to be hit by a bus, would you only leap to save him or her if you knew the outcome? Of course not. Life or death decisions call for a leap of faith and to believe that it will work out. One way or another. What I have found is that each person can’t be all things to you. My wife, Florence Ratchet (part Nightingale and part Nurse Ratchet from “One Flew over the Cuckoos’ Nest), not her real name, is dedicated to taking care of me. Sometimes she has to nudge me in the direction I need to go. My Dad, my kids, and my brothers are there to distract me and make me laugh. My Mom, Mom-In-Law, and my sister support me and my wife in whatever way needed. They are not all things individually, but together they are everything. It boils down to why you want to overcome the situation. With mine, it is because I will always do all I can to show my children that life is worth living. It isn’t easy sometimes, but the good times far outnumber the bad. The hard times fade after you move through them. If this wasn’t true, mothers would never have more than one baby. When I get stuck in a dark place and wonder if the treatment is worth the cure, I look at the effort of my wife and kids, the love and support of family and friends and realize that sometimes they know better than I do. I just need to put one foot in front of the other each day and know that I will look back at this someday and have one hell of a story to tell.
PS – I feel a lot better this morning. :)
I had sort of a bad night last night. I felt okay and didn’t have any pain. I just couldn’t sleep. It has become apparent that the Hydrocodone that I needed for pain management has become physically and/or psychologically important for a decent night’s sleep. That, in and of itself, is not a big problem. The tough part is that part of my enzyme therapy is a fairly intense detoxification. So if the meds are not for pain, I need to get off of them. I decided that last night should be the night to start. I lay awake until about 3 am, unable to sleep. If it was just insomnia, that would stink enough. Instead, I get a very intensely uncomfortable and restless feeling in my arms and legs that make it impossible to lay still. I start to fidget and end up fairly miserable. That is where the fun really starts. As I get increasingly more irritated that I can’t sleep, all the other injustices start to flare up. This program that I am on is very structured. Pills, juices, saunas, and other less delicate parts of the protocol take place between every half hour to hour throughout the course of the day. While just drinking a vegetable juice or swallowing a handful of pills doesn’t sound obnoxious and exhausting, take my word for it, it becomes that way. When your day becomes a steady stream of “have to’s” and very few “want to’s”, it becomes easy to dread the arrival of a new cycle of treatment. It makes you look forward to a night of uninterrupted sleep. When you can’t have that, ironically because of another pill, it can make you a bit agitated. I am being descriptive about this not because I want to upset those close to me or to garner sympathy. My wife dedicates her day and her life to the preservation of mine. She works tirelessly day after day to make sure that I have the pills, the juice, or anything else I need. The only time she complains is if I am trying to do more than I should instead of saving my energy for healing. So, I wondered what I was trying to say. I almost wadded this up and threw it away as I got to this point. Then I remembered why I decided to start this blog. To share my experience in the hopes that others would be able to relate and find hope. I know that I am not unique. Others have cancer. Others have afflictions, sickness, and trials. Others lose hope and are not sure where to find it again. Others have treatments that are far more invasive and harsh than what I go through daily. Sometimes, in down moments, the treatment seems like a bigger pain than the disease. That is where the support is really needed. Not only to support you through the disease, but to distract you through the treatment. Sometimes you wonder’ “Will all this effort pay off?” and “Am I using the last time I have left on a ridiculous wild goose chase?” I won’t know the answer to that until it works or it doesn’t. If your child was on a bike and about to be hit by a bus, would you only leap to save him or her if you knew the outcome? Of course not. Life or death decisions call for a leap of faith and to believe that it will work out. One way or another. What I have found is that each person can’t be all things to you. My wife, Florence Ratchet (part Nightingale and part Nurse Ratchet from “One Flew over the Cuckoos’ Nest), not her real name, is dedicated to taking care of me. Sometimes she has to nudge me in the direction I need to go. My Dad, my kids, and my brothers are there to distract me and make me laugh. My Mom, Mom-In-Law, and my sister support me and my wife in whatever way needed. They are not all things individually, but together they are everything. It boils down to why you want to overcome the situation. With mine, it is because I will always do all I can to show my children that life is worth living. It isn’t easy sometimes, but the good times far outnumber the bad. The hard times fade after you move through them. If this wasn’t true, mothers would never have more than one baby. When I get stuck in a dark place and wonder if the treatment is worth the cure, I look at the effort of my wife and kids, the love and support of family and friends and realize that sometimes they know better than I do. I just need to put one foot in front of the other each day and know that I will look back at this someday and have one hell of a story to tell.
PS – I feel a lot better this morning. :)
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Awake from my Siesta!
Sorry for the delay between posts. We have relocated to Montana to work on this Enzyme Therapy. I have been on it for about 4 months and have seen the progression slow to almost a stable condition. It is only a 3 month window, so we will have to be patient and continue to work at it. It is, however, reason for hope. We have started with a new guide on this journey with our enzymes and feel that she is the right one to help. She has a very structured program and leaves very little to interpretation. As any of you who are on this same path know, that is a huge step in the right direction. My PSA dropped from 21.3 to 14 after the radiation was complete. That is not unusual, but with the stable bone scan, before the radiation, we feel like we are stringing together some good signs. I am going to post how this therapy works later tonight or tomorrow. Hope all is well with all of you!
B.
B.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Finally!
Good news. Finally. I had my Bone Scan and CT Scan today along with radiation. I was able to get my results on the CT Scan and it showed a decrease in the area around my bladder and prostate, a shrinking in the lymph nodes, no further activity in the bone, and no change in the nodule on the lung and liver. The liver lesion is now noted as a low-attention indeterminate lesion, which according to this test, is most likely, not cancer. It still could be, but is less likely. This is compared to the scan 3 months ago. I was on Casodex the first month of that, but after, only Lupron and the Pancreatic Enzymes from the Kelley Protocol. It is still too early to determine if the enzymes were the cause of the static condition, but it is great news that it has not progressed in the last 3 months. I appreciate all the thoughts and prayers and believe that it had a great impact on my recent scans. Thank all of you very much! We will continue on the Enzymes and the juicing in hopes that we can continue our progress. We are on the move again to Teresa's mom's place in Libby, Montana. She and her husband, Bruce, are building a Yurt. Look it up, it's pretty cool. It is like a round heavy duty canvas cabin. We will be in closer proximity to Huntsman Cancer Institute in Salt Lake that has the newest treatments for Prostate Cancer. My Mom and her husband, Mack, have been very gracious hosts to us over the last 3 months and my brothers, sister, Dad and his wife, Linda, have been awesome. They have made a way to accomodate every need and it will be difficult to leave them again, but we are confident that this will be the environment and the location we need to finally get in front of this thing. We will be leaving in about 2 weeks and will continue to post from there. It is hard to keep moving, but our flexibility is our friend right now. I will have the PSA and final Bone Scan report next Wednesday. Fingers crossed for results confirming today's good news.Brian.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
No Pain!
I started radiation on Thursday and had a lot of pain Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I spent much of each day in bed. I don't know if the radiation made me so tired, if it was the pain, or the pain killers to alleviate it. Today, I woke up and felt much better. The pain in my hip is almost non-existent. It hasn't felt like this in weeks or months. Funny how the absence of pain makes you so happy. I took that for granted for a very long time. I am hopeful that this is a new and on-going development and not just the eye of the hurricane. I think we will do something as a family today and get out of the house. I had to reschedule my bone scan and ct scan for Friday July 2, so we will see how that goes next week. I hope all is well with all of you and my prayers are with you. I have posted a new writing on the tab above today for all that are interested titled Acceptance and Humility.
All my best.
Brian.
All my best.
Brian.
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