Bill Curry's Cancer Blog
News (If It's Real)
Last Monday was my quarterly check-in with the oncologist, and I had hoped that my PSA test results would come back “undetectable”—no evidence of disease. Not so. The oncologist conditioned the results with (a totally appropriate) “if it’s real.” One data point does not a trend make, especially when this particular data point is so mercurial and the amount so scant: a barely detectable PSA level of 0.04 ng/ml.
But it’s most likely real. And that’s not good because, given where I am in my cancer journey, detectable PSA is evidence of disease. We’ll check again in three months and go from there. Stay tuned.
Assuming it’s real, though, it means that the odds prevailed, and my salvage radiation did not work.
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I’d like to detour from my cancer journey to (sadly) note the passing of a high-school classmate and friend, Sandi Sheff Bernstein. Sandi died April 14 of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma after two contests with breast cancer. When I wrote on January 17 about the fear of recurrence that occupies all cancerians (A Stalking Circling Menace), I noted that for my friend, Sandi, recurrence was “the bear in the back room,” trying to get out. Her bear, unfortunately, did break free.
Sandi was both classy and courageous. When I disclosed in March 2011 that I have Stage 4 prostate cancer, Sandi re-entered my life—almost 50 years after our high school graduation.
It was worth the wait.
“(Cancer) is a good thing, in a way,” she wisely wrote upon her re-entry into my life. “It reminds me that life is on loan to me and I should use that time in a good way. I want to be seen as a giver and not a taker. I am very fortunate, I know, to have been a survivor twice. I would love to follow your journey and commend you on how you are handling it. Sending you my prayers and good wishes, try to make the journey work for you.”
Later she would tell me: “Attitude is so important. Fight that cancer. Never give up. And when you are well again, remember all you have learned along the way.”
In addition to her comments on my blog site, Sandi and I also had a year of email exchanges about our cancers, which were, really, conversations about life. She grasped that cancer can kill you, but only you can decide to quit living.
“So back to the bear in the bedroom,” she wrote with prescience—but without fear—in what would be her last email to me. “He’ll win this round. I just don’t know when. One thing I won’t let happen is let the bear win until the final round. I can live with him, side by side, but I still plan on enjoying the life I now have with family and friends. He’ll just have to settle on being in the back bedroom until my time has come. I won’t let my attitude be affected by this. It is still my life, and he can’t claim my attitude unless I let him…”
Shalom, Sandi. Shalom.
Your tribute to your dear friend Sandi brought tears to my eyes. I’m sorry for your loss.
In the thyroid cancer biz, the cancer marker is considered undetectable at .5 ng/ml, which is the lowest that can be calculated. That’s “if it’s real” too, since “undetectable” is commentary on the state of technology, not necessarily on the state (or not) of cancer cells. I hope your lab report is just a blip on the radar, Bill, and the PSA behaves itself. I will, as you asked, stay tuned.
Posted on A comment on the state of technology, indeed. Like NED. Not cured, just NED. I keep hoping that the surgeon accidentally left some healthy tissue behind, but then I remember the reason I went to him is because he is world class! So that straw can’t be grasped at. We’ll now just work at making the PSA behave! Thanks, Andrea. Hug, B
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