Last month was my ninth “cancerversary”. I was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer in January 2016. But it was in February 2016 that I was rescued from dying. If you think I’m exaggerating, ask Dan. It was then we found our place of hope in Dana-Farber Cancer Institute and the incredible doctors, nurses, technicians, and staff who work there. There just aren’t enough or the right words to express our deep gratitude and appreciation for not only the excellent treatment, but for the way they truly care for patients.
In my years at Dana-Farber, I’ve only had two oncologists (and a radiation oncologist) and two nurse practitioners. Professionals stay at Dana-Farber, it must be a good place to work too. Dr. Gandhi was our rock when I was first diagnosed, and after she moved on (she’s in a different department) Dr. Janne has been my oncologist. He is always just what we need when we need it, be it the bearer of good or difficult news. A truly outstanding human being in addition to being a brilliant researcher, professor, and oncologist.
Since that first x-ray that showed a mass in my left lung hilum (contains major bronchi, pulmonary vessels, and lymph nodes), I’ve had one bronchoscopy, one PET scan, one liver biopsy, one spinal tap (when the cancer found my CNS), one heart CT (to see what the radiation and high cholesterol has done), one radiation mapping session (resulting in 4 tattoos!), 15 rounds of radiation (during which we stayed at the Hope Lodge in Worcester, MA), 22 ECGs (done during the lorlatinib clinical trial), at least 47 blood draws, 47 CT scans (chest, abdomen, pelvis all at the same time), 40 brain MRIs, and approximately 60 oncology appointments (went frequently at the start of the trial, several with radiation oncologist). That’s a lot of trips from Blue Hill to Boston. Dan has been my constant companion; driving, waiting patiently outside testing rooms (or in the car during COVID), and being there for my appointments. Other family members have joined us, or helped to care for things at home.
I started crizotinib as my first treatment. After 16 months, when the cancer found my brain meninges, I began lorlatinib. It reduced the cancer by 80% quickly, and I remain stable on it today. The drugs have some nasty side effects (but the alternative isn’t really one is it?) and there are other medications, ways of eating, and self care that help. As I say when asked, “I’m doing well, all things considered!”
There are at least two other drugs that could be available to me if that rotten little ROS1 finds a work around. I am concerned that they may not be if this administration takes funding away permanently for cancer research (in my case a rare disease, less than 1% of lung cancer patients have ROS1+ cancer). Fingers crossed, good wishes, hopes, prayers – however you choose to support me (and everyone with this and other diseases), all are welcome! Thank you to those who have supported me over these nine years. I am an outlier on this drug, but still I hope for many more years.
This winter we’ve stayed cozy with the wood stove warming our home on our side of the mountain. Ruby Jean, our single little dachshund, has adjusted to being an only child, and has gotten a little chubby again with no chippie watching to do outside. The goats have grown thick, fuzzy coats and they too are cozy in their barn. And soon spring will be here and the goats will be entertained by Dan and Tim working on their lobster traps and their boats in the field, and Ruby Jean and I will be looking forward to getting to camp.
That’s my ninth cancerversary update! We go back to Boston March 6, having postponed it a month. I will post an update then. I hope that even in these difficult times you are able to find a little joy in the everyday every day. Try it, it surely helps me.








