MY CANCER 'STORY'
Cancer has changed my life, but it does not define my life.
I was 18 when I was told I had cancer. I had just started at university, I was incredibly naive, and at the same time was going through my first heart break. It felt like my world was falling apart. I couldn't work out which thing I was more upset about - the break up or the cancer diagnosis? My view on life started to change - suddenly I was faced by my own mortality and coping with that was not easy.
Since my diagnosis, I have learned so much about my type of cancer - sarcoma. It took over 5 MONTHS from the point of first visiting my GP to the point of diagnosis. And I had had symptoms for about 18 months before that. I have since learned that this is all too common for sarcomas.
I had my cancer for nearly 2 years before I received my diagnosis.
The only indicator that something was wrong was a small, slow growing lump on my left shoulder - and that, to me, was not sinister. The real reason I first went to the GP was because the lump was getting big enough that everybody could see it and I thought it was ugly.
So, after being told it was a cyst, and nearly being operated on in the doctor's surgery (before I, luckily, freaked out about it), I was told it was probably a lipoma, but if I wanted it removed I'd need an ultrasound first.
A long few weeks later I attended my ultrasound. The results of which were suspicious. (suspicious?!) Up until this point I had absolutely no concerns about cancer at all.
Now here comes the kicker - it then took 2 MONTHS to get an MRI of my shoulder. A diagnostic test that if under the correct system should have taken 2 weeks to receive. In fact, I probably should have been referred straight for a biopsy at this point, but for some reason the sarcoma pathway was not correctly followed and my diagnosis was delayed.
The MRI was, obviously, 'suspicious'. They said it looked somewhat like a 'vascular malformation' - a harmless, benign condition. But it also looked very similar to something called 'sarcoma', so I really needed a needle biopsy to be sure. My consultant at The Royal National Orthopedic Hospital was over 90% it would not be sarcoma.
As you by now know, it was sarcoma, a subtype called alveolar soft part sarcoma (ASPS), and here is where my story really begins.
Unfortunately, having my tumour cut out was not the end of the road for me.
It had spread to my lungs and was growing
Some months later it turned out that the sarcoma had already spread to my lungs and, although very slow, was growing. Some months later again, they found another spread - this time to the bone, a 2cm lesion in my scapular. You can imagine by this point I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.
However, then!! My cancer started growing very very slowly - it was stable! I had almost a year of no treatment, and time to process my diagnosis, and live 'normally'. That's when I started this blog. November 2017. The start of really sharing my experiences openly, and processing what I'd been through and what I was likely to experience for the rest of my life. At the time I was studying abroad in Rome, and that year was such an amazing period of my life. I am so lucky that cancer left me alone for a whole year to enjoy and make the most of that year, even if I did have to travel back to London a few times for scans.
In September 2018 I had a microwave ablation to 2 nodules in my right lung that had been a bit sneaky and been growing more than the other nodules. The procedure was fairly simply and only required a one night stay in hospital, with no long term side effects. I did have some lung pain following the ablation, but to know that two tumours have been successfully zapped away is great.
My cancer is currently incurable, I am living with 'innumerable'/'multiple bilateral nodules' i.e. lots of metastases in both lungs. Just one year ago in July 2020 they were growing, and it was decided I should be started on systemic treatment.
Unfortunately, traditional chemotherapy is ineffective on ASPS, which is why I was never offered it at the start. There is no curative treatment for ASPS and there is no 'first line' treatment. Any treatment for ASPS is essentially experimental and most systemic treatments are in their first stages of trials. The drug I was offered is a type of oral chemotherapeutic medication, a 'tyrosine kinase inhibitor', called cediranib. It's only been through Phase 2 trials but has shown good effectiveness on ASPS, stabilising disease in many patients and even shrinking in some. I have been granted access to cediranib on 'compassionate grounds' as it is not ordinarily available on the NHS.
3 months into taking cediranib my scans showed shrinkage. Some of the nodules in my lungs nearly halved in size! It was the happiest news I have received since my diagnosis. It finally felt hopeful. My cancer is being shrunk and these drugs are working. I'm one of the lucky ones. Every scan since then has shown stability. This is the best possible news a metastatic cancer patient could hope for. Long may it continue.
I do not look, feel, act like a cancer patient. But what does a cancer patient look like? We are all so unique and way more common than you'd think. I have hair, I exercise, I work full time, I am a healthy weight, I go out and drink alcohol, I travel (outside of COVID times lolz), I live the best life I can, while I can, with the means I have.
Cancer has changed my life, of course, it was a crazy diagnosis to receive at 18, but it hasn't taken over me. It has made me so grateful for hours, days, weeks, months of good health, for my loved ones around me, and the opportunities life throws at me.
Cancer has guided me to be and do what I love today - volunteering with the cancer/hair loss charity, Wigs for Heroes, fundraising for Sarcoma UK, working for a local Disability charity. I raise awareness about cancer, sarcoma, but also so many other things I care about like mental health, and issues that affect our society. Cancer and other life experiences have made me value my voice and value my own opinion, and for that I'm grateful.
I am very realistic about my prospects, the prognosis of sarcoma is not a good one and not something anyone in their 20s should have to face, however I am hopeful about the potential future of medicine, and am in the lucky position of stability at the moment. For now, I will hold onto that and continue to take each day as it comes and make the most of everything I have in the here and now.
That's my 'story'. So far. Thanks for reading. Please do subscribe for monthly blogs from yours truly. This website/blog is here for anyone who wants to learn about living with cancer, about sarcoma, and who has an interest in my life! I want this to be a safe space for anyone who like me just wants to hear from someone going through a similar experience, as I felt so lonely and lost when I was diagnosed. A blog like this would have helped me so much. I hope I can be that resource that makes people feel less alone.