BC Becky

Never thought I'd want to be a breast cancer survivor

Tag: quantified self

  • Knowing what to expect

    In my experience, fear comes from not knowing what to expect and not feeling you have any control over what’s about to happen. When you feel helpless, you’re far more afraid than you would be if you knew the facts. If you’re not sure what to be alarmed about, everything is alarming.” (Chris Hatfield in “An Astronaut’s Guide to Life on Earth”).

    As the details of tests come back, you are presented with choices. I’ve noticed that all choices seem to come in pairs. You make one choice and then you are presented with the next choice. The quantified data tells you what choices you have, that is, it narrows things down, but the qualified self is who needs to make the decision. So, at times, it is the gut that decides, based upon a bunch of other information.

    Today we got a couple of interesting lab results back. First, the HER2 FISH test came back negative. This is a good thing, as the HER2 treatments aren’t that great (not that any of the treatments are that great). What it means is that the type of cancer I have is the one they understand the most.

    The MRI also showed something interesting. Rather than having a large 4cm+ tumor in my left breast, I actually have two smaller tumors (2cm and 3cm). I’m not completely certain how to take this information, as I now have three tumors. However, the treatment for one is the same as the treatment for the other – so from a treatment perspective nothing changes – and I don’t have a ‘big’ tumor. The MRI also showed no indication of node involvement – which means I caught it early.

    Decisions come in pairs. The first choice is chemo first or surgery first. The next choice depends on the first, but either way, when it comes to surgery I will need to decide on whether I want a mastectomy or a lumpectomy plus radiation. Whatever I do one side, I’ll do on the other – symmetry matters to me.

    After confirming that chemo was advised regardless of surgery choice (increased prognosis by 10% in cases similar to mine), and the chemo before or after surgery didn’t make a difference in the prognosis, but could make surgery easier, the first decision I made was to go with chemo first. My gut had been telling me this for quite some time. I just feel like this thing came out of no where and is spreading, and the only way to catch it systemically is with chemo.

    Of course, that wasn’t the only decision – because every decision leads to another decision. Now I need to choose between two chemo regimes. The quantitative numbers say they have the same outcomes (they did some clinical trials on both regimes and neither was preferred over the other).

    The two options look something like this:

    • option 1: doxorubicin and cyclophosphamide followed by paclitaxel (1 treatment every 2 weeks for 4 cycles, followed by one treatment per week for 12 cycles) – AC -> T
    • option 2:  docetaxel and cyclophsophamide (1 treatment every 3 weeks for 6 cycles) – TC

    They are given at different intervals, but I’ve decided that the logistics of intervals is not an important variable for me. Some people chose one over the other based upon convenience of treatment (the latter option requires less visits and less infusions). So now I must choose based upon side effects, and which I think will be easier / better for me.

    After the doctors appointments, we went for a walk around the arboretum. We found the perfect tree for my picture series. It is an old eucalyptus (huge tree) which hasn’t yet shed its bark for this season – so it is showing older growth now that as the weeks pass shall shed to show the underlying new growth. We also happened across the coolest giant cactus garden. I’ve never seen cacti so large! And finally, we sat in the shade on the back of Stanford’s mausoleum for enjoy a picnic lunch.

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  • My quantified and qualified self

    I started writing this post a few days ago, but never found the time to finish it. Today is a day off of doctors appointments, although I am expecting a call from the oncologist (onc) at PAMF regarding the results the tumor board there.

    Let me start by saying I’m a mixed-methods researcher. That is, that when I do research, I look at both qualitative and quantitative data, as both help to provided a complete picture. With this blog, I have mostly been dealing with what I call my qualified self – that is my feeling and my perceptions of the world. When I think about my quantified self, I’m thinking about the numbers – what’s my current weight, what are the letters that represent my diagnosis, what are my various counts, etc.

    The increase of mobile and now wearable technology has spawned a whole movement known as the quantified self. Scott actually attended a meet-up with people regarding the quantified self. For a few years now, we have been quantifying ourselves by having a scale that connects via wifi to the Internet and reports our weight and body fat measures. This information is nicely graphed for us. One thing this has provided is a clear picture of when I started to lose weight – June 2nd. Without the automatically measuring scale, I would not have been able to so clearly see the progression.

    June 1st was the first time I notice that something wasn’t the same with my left breast. I panicked a little at first, but then told myself it was nothing – of no concern. I convinced myself for a full week that it was nothing. Then on June 9th I went to see my family doctors … and that is when my life began to change.

    Another area where I measure my quantified self is when I bike. I mostly like to track time rather than distance, because really, it is the length of time on the bike that matters most. For this I use an app on my phone called Runkeeper. One advantage to tracking my quantified self is that it provides me with motivation. When I started to write this post, I wanted to report on my bike ride, but I had not done one that day. That gave me the motivation I needed to get out, when I wasn’t really feeling like it – I had the strength, just wasn’t in the mood. Of course, once I got out on the bike I was very glad to be out riding.

    Today, I don’t have any appointments (at least not right now). I’m going to try another attempt at Mount Hamilton from the Fire Station. Last time I tried it I rode 15 km (exactly half was up hill). That was June 10 – the day after the appointment with my primary care doctor, and two days before diagnosis. Today, I’m going to try the same ride, with my folding bike (I find it a little easier to climb on my foldy – plus my road bike is in the shop for a service). It takes about an hour to drive up to the fire station. One really nice thing about this ride is that there is very little traffic during the week. I usually get passed by two or three cars in the hour and half that I’m riding … although I suspect today might be a two hour ride – I’m going to try to make it …

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    When I go to the doctors, I see mostly my quantified self. I am the numbers that are represented by the pathology. However, the doctors actually don’t seem to see me that way. In many ways, they actually seem to be more about the qualified self – they are asking me to make decisions based upon how I feel and what is right for me. They aren’t focusing on the quantified self – at least not yet – now, if I end up in a clinical trial, I expect that will become much more quantified!

    This whole clinical trial thing is interesting. There is so much research going on around breast cancer treatments, that there is guaranteed to be one aspect or another of my treatment that is associated with some trial or another (my surgeon wants to add a tattoo to my nodes if they don’t have cancer). In some ways, I don’t want to be in too much of a trial, as that limits things. For example, if I’m on a chemo regime as a part of a clinical trial, then all my tests and such need to be done at Stanford. I cannot get a portion of my care at the closer PAMF. If I’m not in a trial, then I could, for example, go to PAFM for radiology – which is nice, because the one thing I did like them most at PAFM is their radiology department. Potentially, I could go to PAFM for chemo treatments – even though the onc is at Stanford. It is good to know that the option is there.

    And now I need to make breakfast … fuel for the bike ride later today.

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