Thursday, December 19, 2013

An Amazing 48 Hours

Hey Everybody,
After seven unexpected days in Durham including two in the hospital and five days of whole brain radiation Helen and I were overjoyed to be heading back to Todd Friday night.  Dorothy sure hit the nail on the head when she said "there's no place like home" - so true.  Helen's daughter Elise not only had managed the Mercantile while we were gone but also managed to straighten out the cabin which was in disorder from our sudden departure.  Bless you Elise.
The Ever Helpful Elise

I knew the next day was going to be a very busy one as our friends in Todd had been planning a fundraiser for us.  The expense of dealing with Cancer in the US is truly breathtaking especially if you do not have insurance.  Through my generous employers and through my own efforts when self employed, I had always maintained a healthcare policy until one of the many catch 22's in the system finally caught up with me.  I was diagnosed with prostate cancer while under a COBRA plan.  I had it treated (gland successfully removed - nothing to do with Melanoma) but when my COBRA ran out I was officially un-insurable because of a preexisting condition.  Thus after paying something like 35 years worth of premiums I was out of luck.  Health care today is a political football as the nation tries to address the daunting task of making sense of a very complicated system but I believe people on both sides of the issue are glad that this particular loop hole has now been closed.  Unfortunately it was about seven months too late for me.

Understanding the financial challenge that Helen and I faced, a group of truly remarkable folks in a truly remarkable little Appalachian community in North Carolina determined to come to our assistance and help us out by planning a Silent Auction, Concert and Fund Raiser.

 
I have tried to be self sufficient all of my life so it is not easy to have to admit that help would be appreciated.  My wonderful friends understood this and said not to worry, that they would handle everything - and that is just what they did.
Some of the Many Volunteers
Whole brain radiation has a way of putting energy in once side of you and pulling out a whole lot of energy out of the other side leaving you very fatigued.  I knew that Saturday evening was going to be a long one so I spent a lot of time resting at home while being kept company by my daughter Sarah and our wonderful little dog Cody.

We arrived at the Mercantile to find it magically transformed into a concert hall, food smorgasbord and an amazing Silent Auction.
Arriving at the Event
The rest of the evening was like a blur to me as I met and chatted with many friends and neighbors some of whom had traveled HOURS in ugly, sleety winter weather to be there.  The musicians were incredible, the food was wonderful, and the beautiful donated auction items were filling Christmas wish lists.  The evening was a total success.  The generosity of so many has eased a significant burden and will allow Helen and I to stay focused on treatment.







If you have never been to Todd, or even if you have, take a minute and enter it into Google Maps and have a look at the satellite photo.  You will see a couple of churches, a post office, an old train depot, a general store, a mercantile and the South Fork of the New River.  What you wont see is an incredible group of people who all have in common a generous caring spirit, a will to work together to help when and if they can, a true sense of community and an deep love for a little cross road in the mountains of North Carolina.

Saying thank you seems so inadequate a way to express the deep emotional thoughts that occupy a big part of my day when I think about the love and good will that has been shown to me.  I can only say that I am a happy, blessed man and that any trials that face me pale, pale in comparison to the joy and happiness that you all have placed in my heart.

J


Thursday, December 12, 2013

Cancer Makes a Comeback

Howdy All,
Many things have happened since my last post not all of it good so I thought I would share a wonderful experience I had at Thanksgiving with Helen's family.  I call them Helen's family but I know that they consider me and I consider them to be family too.  Helen's eight brothers and sisters are about the nicest, most generous and loving group you will ever meet and I was very much looking forward to seeing them all as we headed out to brother Tony's home in Kentucky during our first winter storm. Once we cleared the mountains the going got smooth and we were very glad to arrive and Tony and Lisa's beautiful home.  Lisa and Tony had generously invited my sister Nancy and her husband John to join us - they live in the adjacent state of Indiana and it was wonderful to see them and reintroduce them to the Barnes family whom they had met when Helen and I were married.  It is a Barnes tradition to gather for Thanksgiving and by the next day the family was there in force.  It is not uncommon to have over 50 - all family!  The cooks in the family were all hard at work building the Thanksgiving feast.
26 Lbs. Ready for the Oven
A Small Portion of the Barnes Turkey Day Crew
Driving back to Todd from Kentucky I was looking forward to a few weeks where I could put my disease and my treatment out of my mind and get ready for the Christmas Holidays and visits from Sarah and Sean and their families - what could be better.  Unfortunately Miss C had other plans.

Because of my continuing headaches, I went down to Duke a week ago for a full body PET scan.  It was an in and out affair and we headed back to Todd for the weekend.  On Saturday I woke feeling poorly with an intense headache.  On top of that, I had a session of vomiting which is a rare thing for me.  Because it was a weekend I called the oncology triage number at Duke.  The oncologist on call told me that I should get down to the Duke ER for a MRI of the brain, the concern being that there was a bleed on the brain at the site of my radio surgery.  Thinking we would be down for a scan then back to Todd, Helen and I jumped in the car and headed to Durham.

Having waited long hours in ER waiting rooms we were prepared for a lengthy stay - I with my Kindle and Helen with her Ipad - but this is Duke which continues to be amazingly efficient.  Consequently, it wasn't but a matter of minutes before we were shown to a room in the ER little understanding that we would be there a long time.
A Few Minutes in the Duke ER Reception Area
The parade of Doctors, Nurses, Specialists and trips to scanning ensued.
Getting Checked Out in the ER
I was told that the scans were consistent with no large bleeding but the wanted to admit me in case there was a change so, after eight hours, I took a ride up to the oncology ward on the ninth floor.  The staff there was wonderful and asked if there was anything I needed.  I had been throwing up in the morning and not feeling good most of the day but after the jar full of drugs they had fed me in the ER I was feeling better and hungry.  I asked if there was anything they could do and lo and behold a ham sandwich and a ubiquitous can of ginger ale appeared.  Since it was 10 pm and it was the first thing I had to eat all day it was delicious
Dinner at Last
As I mentioned we didn't expect to be spending the night so we had no change of clothes, tooth brushes etc.  It wasn't bad for me because I got to wear those backless gowns that hospitals seem to favor but poor Helen was stuck with what she had on.  My darling wife refused to go find more comfortable accommodations and, after I had gone for yet another scan, bedded down in a way less than comfortable chair in the room.
Helen Trying to Sleep in RM906
Sunday was a quiet day of hanging out in the room, watching TV (I thought this would be a treat for us because we don't have cable or satellite at home but it wasn't as great as we thought it would be) and resting. Helen went out for some much needed supplies and I did a lot of resting.
Resting in RM 906 on Saturday
Monday was down to business day.  I was visited by Dr. Patel, my radio oncologist, who told me that there were two more small lesions in my brain and because of that and the large tumor that was slightly bleeding he recommended that I be treated with whole brain radiation.  Whole brain is where they send x rays into the entire brain area that are strong enough to to kill the cancer but not your brain cells.  Sounds like fun don't you think?  Side effects include fatigue, some cognitive loss and the chance of hair loss.  So if you see a confused bald headed man walking around Todd trying to find the Mercantile be sure to say hello :-)

I guess you can't have brain radio treatment without a mask so first thing I was wheeled to the Cancer Center to be fitted for another Hannibal Lector look.
The Whole Brain Mask

 I will wear this mask for each treatment.  The first treatment started that day (Monday) and I will have to go in each weekday for the nest two weeks before the treatment is complete.  A little later I spoke to Dr. Hanks, my oncologists, who concurred with the whole brain treatment and told me that the whole body PET scan the did Friday showed that the tumor in my spleen and liver are still responding to the Ippi and were smaller than the last scan but that another tumor had been identified.  We will discuss all of this as well as treatment going forward when I meet with him a week from Friday after the radiation treatment is complete. 

Our wonderful friends Karen and Rick Wilson are again playing host to our stay here.  My son Sean came down on Monday after 12 hours bouncing around airports as flights were canceled and rescheduled.  We had a wonderful dinner compliments of Karen last night and I struggled to find adequate words to thank her. After dinner we drove to the airport to pick up my daughter Sarah who was arriving from Austin.  We are all together now and I am so happy to have the kids here with their stories, photos and videos of the grandkids.  What could be better.  

We will head back to Todd tomorrow after treatment.  Our many friends in Todd are organizing a fund raiser for us on Saturday.  It is hard to admit that you need help but the cost of dealing with cancer is just short of unbelievable.  More on this in a future blog.

I hope that you will forgive me for ending this chapter now.  It is getting harder to keep all of my thoughts in order but I very much want to keep all of you informed and to let you know that I am think of you all just as you are thinking of me.  I continue to be amazed by the blessings that have come to me and want you all to know that they far, far outweigh any difficulties I have had.       

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Scrambled Brain

It is hard to believe that it has been over a month since my last post.  A lot of things have happened during that time and I will try to get to most of it now but I wanted to say first that I am sorry for not being better about getting things posted.  A combination of treatment ups and downs, a busy daily life and holiday schedules managed to keep me away from getting updates done.  So without further ado, here are some things that have happened since I last posted.

My last radio surgery treatment was pretty much like the previous four - lay down, get your mask screwed in then go to that happy zen place in your mind while your brain is invaded with x-rays which hopefully will wipe out the nasty old tumor cells but leave the good guys in tact.  After the treatment I met with both oncologists that are treating me.
Dr. Patel Master of the Xray
 Dr. Patel, my radio oncologist, said that he felt the radio surgery went according to plan which I was glad to hear.  I asked him about the margins that were used in the treatment and he told me that the rays were targeted at the lesion plus one millimeter which is three hundredths of an inch - amazing that they can control those rays to such a degree of precision.  Because the brain in not efficient in removing dead tissue the doctor said that it would be three months or so before he would order a new scan on my brain that will hopefully show that the tumor is gone.  In the mean time, he wrote out a schedule to ease off the steroids which was fine with me as this drug had a nasty combination of side effects like insomnia, weight gain and nervousness.
Dr Hanks "Follow My Finger"
Next on tap was a meeting with Dr. Hanks my oncologist.  With the exception of the now fried brain tumor Dr. Hanks reported the remaining ones are responding well to the Yervoy (Ippy) treatment.  Of the original five tumors three are gone and the two remaining are reduced in size.  Dr. Hanks explained that the hope is that my T-cells have been reprogrammed by the treatment so that they will continue to attack any remaining or reoccurring melanoma cells.  The tale of the tape will be just before Christmas when I will be going back to Duke for another series of scans.  The scans  will show that 1) all the tumors are gone 2) the tumors are the same 3) the tumors are larger 4) the tumors are larger and there are more of them.  The good news is that there are treatment options for any and all of these possibilities.

After all of this seemingly good news Helen and I headed back up the mountain to our beloved community in Todd feeling like we had a number of weeks to relax and not worry about cancer for a while.  Unfortunately that was not in the cards.

We were glad to get back to Todd after a week in Durham.  Helen's close friends Bridget and Stephanie came from the Cincinnati area to Todd to visit.  We had a great time playing cards and eating wonderful food.  Helen really appreciated talking about the old days with these two wonderful ladies that have meant so much to her for so long.
Three Wonderful Ladies
Next on our schedule was a trip to Gatlinburg TN for the Smokey Mountain Gift Show.  This is a very large event actually located in three different locations where retail operations like Helen's Todd Mercantile go to met all kinds of suppliers.  God bless Helen's daughter Elise who minded the store and our home while we went for what we hoped would be work and pleasure.
Helen Negotiates with a Vendor at the Gift Show
The trip started out OK but I started to feel ferry run down and suffered from headaches.  Helen kept working the show while I went back to the hotel for some rest.  The show is so large that it takes a number of days to see it all.  Helen did a great job reordering items that worked this year and finding some great new items for next season at the Merc.

When we got back to Todd it was time for our monthly Contra Dance which was a lot of fun.  We make dinner for the band and callers who then entertain a crowd of dancers in the Gallery of the Mercantile. Contra dancing is like square dancing and the callers make it easy for beginners and experts to enjoy the fun.

While all of this was happening my headaches kept getting worse and I was feeling very out of it.  It all came to a head when the pain in my head got so bad that I just could not do anything.  On top of that I had an unusual pain in my lower back that ran from there down my hamstrings to my knees.  I emailed Dr. Patel but was not able to get in touch as he was out of town.  I was able to connect with Dr. Hanks who tried to get an appointment at Duke for a scan of my spine.  Unfortunately Duke was booked and the first available appointment was not for a couple of weeks.  Knowing that I was not going to be able to last that long Helen and I went to the emergency room in Boone where we were admitted and saw the same nurse and doctor who had been there to diagnose my brain tumor.  All in all this was not looking good as we waited for an MRI of my spine.
Yet Another MRI
 When the time came I was wheeled down to the scanning room and experienced again those strange loud sounds that make the MRI procedure a strange one.  When they were done I was wheeled back to the waiting room so I could change back into my clothes and await the results of the scan. By now Helen and I were experts at this routine and all of our experience with initial scans were bad.  Consequently we were pretty sure that we would be told about yet another tumor in the spine - a favorite spot for melanoma.  When the doctor finally came to give us the news we were surprised to hear that I had a perfectly normal spine for a sixty year old man.  We were never so happy to hear about the bulging disks and old fracture because the one thing that was not there was another tumor!  We left with some prescriptions for the headaches and relief that it was not as bad as it might have been.
Yahoo! Nothing There.
Since the trip to the emergency room and having consulted with both Dr. Hanks and Dr. Patel (I will forever be amazed at how available the fantastic Doctors at Duke Cancer are) I am back to taking a small dose of steroid which has helped with the headaches.  I am also sleeping better which has helped me to get some much needed rest.  While still not one hundred percent myself, I am feeling like I have turned a corner and hope over this hump soon.

There is more to tell about this time period but I will end now with a promise to get another update done ASAP.  I can never end a post without thinking of all the wonderful folks who have been so supportive.  Your efforts to help me in so many ways have been such a blessing to me and indeed have been a great help to me.  It is a great joy to me to know you all.

J




Thursday, October 24, 2013

The Brain Game Day 3-4

After two bouts of brain radio surgery I was becoming an old pro as the masked man with the x-rayed head so I thought I would combine the 3rd and 4th treatment into one post.  There was a lot going on the last two days and, interestingly, a lot of it did not involve my sessions at Duke.  On Wednesday morning our host Rick Wilson was doing a little repair work on one of the doors in the house.  He is very handy and does excellent work so I was surprised to see him walking down the hall with his thumb wrapped in a paper towel which was slowly tuning pink.  It turned out he had nipped his thumb on the table saw and one glimpse at the wound told me that it was time to head to the ER for an expert opinion.  So off to the UNC hospital ER we went which completed our circuit of hospitals (Duke, Veterans Hospital and UNC).  Out visit involved a lot of waiting around and we were glad to be there to keep Rick company.
The Man With a Red Thumb
The hospital at the University of North Carolina is huge and the emergency room is busy so the three of us waited for a few hours until Helen and I had to leave to get to Duke for my treatment.  We had fun telling that to the nurses at UNC - "Take good care of Rick, we have to run to Duke for brain surgery".  So off to Durham we went.  When you have radiation at the Cancer Center they have valet parking so you just pull up and walk in.
Valet Parking at the Cancer Center
A quick trip downstairs to Radiation Oncology passing some inspiring words along the way.
Words to Inspire

After checking in it was just a short wait before Rick came to fetch me back to radio land where I donned my plastic mask and said goodbye to a little more of that nasty hitchhiker in my head.  Thanks to the wonderful organization of the Cancer Center we were out the door and on our way back to Chapel Hill in just 45 minutes.  When we got back in the car we gave Rick a call.  He was still in the emergency room and just could not help himself from pointing out that I had gone to Duke and had brain surgery in lest time than it took them to bandaged his thumb.

After a crazy day like that we all were glad to lay low at the Wilson residence.  I tried to get a good nights sleep but the steroids were back playing havoc with my sleep along with a headache that would come and go.  After the radio surgery is over I can ween myself off the steroids and  I look forward to the day I no longer have to take those nasty pills.

Thursday, day four, was pretty much a replay of the day before without the drama of accidental cuts and ER visits.  I am really getting used to the treatment now and almost fell asleep mask and all while I was being treated.  Afterwards Helen and I headed to Raleigh for a visit the State Fair where we learned that anything and everything can and will be fried and offered up as food.
If It Moves, Fry It!
We sampled some of the deep fried fare and it all tasted like deep fried nothing - yuk.  It seems like everyone comes there just to eat this stuff because it was about 90% food stalls and 10% other stuff.  We specifically wanted to check out the Yesteryear Exhibit where Helen found some great stuff to bring back for the Mercantile so the trip was a success.

Tomorrow brings the last of my radio surgery treatments and, hopefully, the end of my brain tumor.  We also have meetings scheduled with my radio oncologist Dr. Patel and my oncologist Dr. Hanks so by tomorrow evening I hope to have a pretty good picture of where I stand now and what the plan is for going forward.

It has been a long week and both Helen and I miss our home in Todd.  It was cold up in the mountains today with spits of snow, sleet and rain - a sure indicator that winter is coming around the corner.  After dealing with the traffic, congestion and "me first you second" atmosphere that sometimes exists in all urban areas I am so looking forward to getting back to our peaceful but always interesting and inspiring life on the banks of the New River.

J

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Brain Game Day 2

Just a short post today because Day two was a lot like day one.
I did get a decent nights sleep last night especially compared to my sleepless evening the night before.  Chalk it up to exhaustion, an over the counter sleep aid and Karen and Rick's wonderful home in Chapel Hill.  By the way, it is for sale in case you know anyone looking for a beautiful home in Chapel Hill.
Karen and Rick's Beautiful Chapel Hill Home
My treatment at Duke was scheduled for 3 pm so we had some time to kill and decided to head to the Imax Theater in Durham to see Gravity which stars Sandra Bullock and George Clooney.  It was an awesome experience.  All the reviews said to be sure to see it in 3 D and I would agree so get to the theater soon if you want to catch this space adventure.

After the show we stopped at the Durham VA hospital (right across the street from Duke) to see our dear friend Lainey and her Dad who was admitted the day before.  That hospital is always full and Mr. Edmiston had to wait a while at the hospital in Boone to get a bed.  Father and daughter seemed to be in good spirits considering the circumstances and I think that both they were able to find a place at this excellent hospital.

After a quick lunch (thanks Lainey!) we went around the block for a little brain surgery.  This wound was easier because I knew what to expect - lay down, strap on the mask, wait for it to be over, walk out 30 minutes later with a slightly altered brain.
Lauren and Rick - The Brain Adjusters
After the latest session with Lauren and Rick - the Brain Adjusters - we headed back to Chapel Hill and then to dinner with Helen's dear West Virginia friend Rhonda, her husband Doug and Rick.  We had a great meal (thanks Rhonda and Doug) before heading back to the Wilson's for a hopefully restful evening to get us ready to get up and do it again tomorrow.

Before I go I wanted to say something about my wonderful wife Helen whose love and support have been such a blessing in my life.  On top of running her own business, volunteering for a number of organizations, and being a pillar of the Todd community Helen has had to deal with my disease and treatment (and believe me, that is a lot to deal with) all with a smile on her face and never, never a complaint.  Truly an amazing woman.  I am so blessed and so happy to have her in my life.  God bless you Helen - I love you so.

Monday, October 21, 2013

The Brain Game Day1

It was a rough Sunday night which involved a blistering headache and very little sleep.  In order to minimize the side effects of the steroids I have been taking Dr. Patel had slowly reduced the amount I would take daily.  I guess we missed a little on the low side which brought the headache back for a second act.  God bless Helen who loaded the car on Monday morning and did the chauffeur duties while I tried to catch a nap while we headed East.  As usual everything was extremely organized at the Duke Cancer Center and it was not long before we were escorted into the radio surgery area.  The techs laid me down on the table and proceeded to strap my head into my plastic mask.
Attaching the Mask
Once the mask was attached the techs moved out to the control room to work on getting everything calibrated so that my head would be in the exact position necessary for the xrays to hit the tumor.  I am so sorry I didn't get their names but the folks working on me were just great.  Before they left they flipped on some classic Billy Joel to keep me company.
Ready to be Zapped
The procedure took about forty five minutes and really was not too bad.  I just laid there, listened to the music and tried to find that happy zen place and wait until it was over.  It wasn't long before I was detached from my mask and on my way.  I never actually felt a thing the whole time - crazy!

Back in the lobby we waited a few minutes and were shown into an examining room where we soon met with Dr. Patel.  It says so much about the care at the Duke Cancer Center that I was able to meet with my Dr. on short notice without an appointment.  With Dr. Patel's guidance I had cut back on the amount of steroid medicine up to that point but, now that the headaches were back, he decided that I would have to add a bit more to my daily dose which hopefully will solve the headache problem.  He also was good enough to prescribe a sleep aid as it has been difficult for me to get more than a few hours of sleep at a time.  So with all of these problems solved we headed out to Chapel Hill where we are once again the guests of our great friends Karen and Rick Wilson.  One day down and four to go then it is bye bye brain tumor.

Thanks to all of my wonderful friends and family who sent me down the mountain full of prayers and good wishes.  It makes the load so much lighter.  God Bless you all.

J

Friday, October 18, 2013

NY Times Article About Immune Therapy

Hello all.  There was an excellent article in the New York Times this week about the immune therapy treatment I am currently receiving at Duke.  The drug that I have been given (actually it is an anti-body) is called Ipilimumab and is mentioned in the article.

 As I mentioned in my previous post, I will be at Duke next week for radio surgery on the tumor in my brain.  The reason that I am being treated separately for the brain tumor is that the Ipilimumab, being an antibody, has difficulty bridging the brain blood barrier which exists to prevent nasty viruses and bacteria from getting at our grey matter.

It is good to know that I am at the forefront of cancer research and that this type of treatment has the potential of offering successful treatment in the future not only for melanoma but for many other cancers as well.


New York Times

October 14, 2013
Breaking Through Cancer’s Shield
By GINA KOLATA
For more than a century, researchers were puzzled by the uncanny ability of cancer cells to
evade the immune system. They knew cancer cells were grotesquely abnormal and should be
killed by white blood cells. In the laboratory, in Petri dishes, white blood cells could go on the
attack against cancer cells. Why, then, could cancers survive in the body?
The answer, when it finally came in recent years, arrived with a bonus: a way to thwart a
cancer’s strategy. Researchers discovered that cancers wrap themselves in an invisible
protective shield. And they learned that they could break into that shield with the right drugs.
When the immune system is free to attack, cancers can shrink and stop growing or even
disappear in lucky patients with the best responses. It may not matter which type of cancer a
person has. What matters is letting the immune system do its job.
So far, the drugs have been tested and found to help patients with melanoma, kidney and lung
cancer. In preliminary studies, they also appear to be effective in breast cancer, ovarian cancer
and cancers of the colon, stomach, head and neck, but not the prostate.
It is still early, of course, and questions remain. Why do only some patients respond to the new
immunotherapies? Can these responses be predicted? Once beaten back by the immune
system, how long do cancers remain at bay?
Still, researchers think they are seeing the start of a new era in cancer medicine.
“Amazing,” said Dr. Drew Pardoll, the immunotherapy research director at Johns Hopkins
School of Medicine. This period will be viewed as an inflection point, he said, a moment in
medical history when everything changed.
“A game-changer,” said Dr. Renier J. Brentjens, a leukemia specialist at Memorial Sloan-
Kettering Cancer Center.
“A watershed moment,” said his colleague, Dr. Michel Sadelain. (Both say they have no financial
interests in the new drugs; Dr. Pardoll says he holds patents involving some immunotherapy
drugs, but not the ones mentioned in this article.)
Researchers and companies say they are only beginning to explore the new immunotherapies
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and develop others to attack cancers, like prostate, that seem to use different molecules to
evade immune attacks. They are at the earliest stages of combining immunotherapies with
other treatments in a bid to improve results.
“I want to be very careful that we do not overhype and raise patients’ expectations so high that
we can never meet them,” said Dr. Alise Reicin, a vice president at Merck for research and
development.
But the companies have an incentive to speed development of the drugs. They are expected to
be expensive, and the demand huge. Delays of even a few months means a huge loss of potential
income.
Nils Lonberg, a senior vice president at Bristol-Myers Squibb, notes that immunotherapy
carries a huge advantage over drugs that attack mutated genes. The latter approach all but
invites the cancer to escape, in the same way bacteria develop resistance to antibiotics.
By contrast, immunotherapy drugs are simply encouraging the immune system to do what it is
meant to do; it is not going to adapt to evade the drugs.
“We are hoping to set up a fair fight between the immune system and the cancer,” Dr. Lonberg
said.
Lowering Defenses
The story of the new cancer treatments started with the discovery of how cancers evade
attacks. It turned out that they use the body’s own brakes, which normally shut down the
immune system after it has done its job killing virus-infected cells.
One braking system, for example, uses a molecule, PD-1, on the surface of T-cells of the
immune system. If a target cell has molecules known as PD-L1 or PD-L2 on its surface, the Tcell
cannot attack it.
So some cancer cells drape themselves in those molecules. The effect, when T-cells are near, is
like turning off a light switch. The T-cells just shut down.
Cancers that do not use PD-L1 or PD-L2 are thought to use other similar systems, just starting
to be explored. Body systems have a lot of redundancy to tamp down immune attacks. But for
now, the PD system showed researchers how cancer cells can evade destruction.
“That is what has been realized in the past few years,” said Ira Mellman, vice president of
research oncology at Genentech. “Tumor cells are making use of this brake.”
The discovery led to an idea: Perhaps a drug that covered up any of those PD molecules, on the
cancer cells or on white blood cells, would allow the immune system to do its job.
(There is another immunotherapy strategy — to take white blood cells out of the body and
program them with genetic engineering to attack a cancer. Studies have just begun and are
promising. But researchers note that this is a very different sort of treatment that is highly
labor-intensive and has been successful so far in only a few types of cancer.)
The first indication that a cancer’s protective shield might be breached came in 2010, after a
trial of the drug ipilimumab in patients with otherwise untreatable melanoma. The drug
unleashes the immune system, letting it overwhelm tumors even if they have a protective
shield.
Patients who took the drug survived an average of 10 months, or 4 months longer than those
randomly assigned to a different treatment. And about 20 percent of patients who responded
have now survived up to 10 years. It was the first drug to improve survival for patients with
metastatic melanoma in a randomized trial.
“It was spectacular,” said Dr.Axel Hoos, vice president for oncology research and development
at GlaxoSmithKline, who helped develop the drug when he was at Bristol-Myers Squibb. “Until
that tipping point, immunotherapy had a bad name. It didn’t work.”
The drug was approved for melanoma in March 2011, with a high price tag — $120,000 for a
course of therapy.
It had another drawback. By unleashing the immune system, it sometimes led to attacks on
normal cells. In some cases, the reaction was fatal. But the trial was a proof of concept. It
showed that cancers can succumb to an attack by the immune system.
“That opened the door a crack,” said Dr. Pardoll, of Johns Hopkins. “People stood up and took
notice.”
A Signal Emerges
Dr. Suzanne Topalian, a professor of surgery and oncology at Johns Hopkins, was one of the first
to test the new drugs in patients. The trial began in 2006, with 39 patients who got a PD-1
blocker, made by Medarex, since bought by Bristol-Myers Squibb. The study included patients
with a variety of advanced cancers, who had failed all traditional treatments; most had tried at
least three, without any luck.
The study looked at safety, not effectiveness. But Dr. Topalian noticed something intriguing.
One patient with lung cancer treated at a collaborating medical center had a partial regression
of her tumor.
“It was very temporary; it was not enough to call it a response,” Dr. Topalian said. “But it was a
signal; it was there.”
That was surprising because researchers had assumed the cancers most vulnerable to an
immune system attack were melanoma and kidney cancer. Lung cancer was supposed to be out
of the question.
“Julie and I got on the phone with Medarex and said, ‘You have to include lung cancer in your
next clinical trial,’ ” Dr. Topalian said, referring to her colleague Dr. Julie Brahmer.
That led to studies of two Bristol-Myers drugs: one that blocks PD-1 and another that blocks
PD-L1. The studies included a 503 patients with a variety of advanced cancers who had
exhausted other options.
The findings, presented in October last year at a meeting of the American Society of Clinical
Oncology, were striking. A significant proportion of patients responded, including 18 percent of
76 lung cancer patients who got the PD-1 drug and 10 percent of 49 who got PD-L1 drug. Dr.
Pardoll, who is married to Dr. Topalian, said that when she and her colleagues presented the
data, “it was almost like a hush fell over the room: ‘Can this really be?’ ”
Emblems of Hope
As researchers continue to study the new drugs and ask if they can improve their results by
combining them with other therapies, they are heartened by some of the rare patients whose
cancers were halted by the drugs. They caution that these patients are unusual; critical studies
to reveal the drugs’ effects on populations of cancer patients are still under way.
“What you really want to know,” said Dr. Roger M. Perlmutter, the president of Merck
Research Laboratories, “is, are people living longer?” For that, “you just have to wait,” he
continued, adding, “What I don’t want to do is give people false hope.”
But some patients, like two treated at Hopkins, have become emblems of hope.
In 2007, M. Dennis Sisolak, who is 72 and a retired engineer from Bel Air, Md., learned he had
kidney cancer. The tumor was huge, and the cancer had spread. After he tried two new drugs to
no avail, his doctor, Dr. Charles G. Drake, a kidney cancer specialist at Johns Hopkins, enrolled
him in an early phase clinical trial of a PD-1 inhibitor. His cancer disappeared on scans and has
not returned, even though he has had no treatment for a year.
“I have a lot of people praying for me,” Mr. Sisolak said.
Dr. Drake said three of his patients had similar responses, including one who was treated five
years ago in the first study. All, with advanced disease, would have been dead by now, he said,
adding, “I have never seen anything like this, personally.”
David Gobin, 63, a retired Baltimore police officer, has a similar story. He learned he had lung
cancer in 2008. He had surgery to remove the two lower lobes of his right lung, then radiation
and chemotherapy.
The treatment was grueling: he lost 70 pounds. Two years later, the cancer was back, and it
had spread to the wall of his chest. He had more surgery, more chemotherapy, more radiation.
In 2010, Mr. Gobin entered a clinical trial of an experimental drug that interferes with cell
growth, but had no success.
Thenhis doctor at Johns Hopkins suggested a Phase 1 trial of an anti-PD-1 drug.
“Sure, I’ll do it,” Mr. Gobin recalled saying. “What do I have to lose?”
His tumors shrank significantly and have not grown, even though he stopped taking the drug
eight months ago.
“Every day I have my feet on the grass is a good day,” Mr. Gobin said. “I was in the right place
at the right time. I will always have cancer, but you know what, I can live with it.
“The Lord wanted me to be alive, and I am alive.”
This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:
Correction: October 17, 2013
An article on Tuesday about new immunotherapies for treating some types of cancer rendered
incorrectly the name of a patient who was undergoing experimental treatment for kidney cancer.
He is M. Dennis Sisolak, not Dennis M. Sisolak. The error was repeated in an accompanying picture
caption.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Last week was an interesting one.  After finding out that I had a hitchhiker riding around in my head, an appointment was set up at Duke for some imaging and consultation about where to go from here.  But before that all happened a little Todd magic was on the agenda.

Charles Welch the longtime friend and accompanist to Doc Watson came to the Mercantile for a little concert in the Gallery.  He brought his buddy John Kirby who plays an amazing tenor guitar (a four string guitar tuned alike mandolin).  The lucky folks that were there were treated to a wonderful concert of music and stories of playing and touring with the famous Doc Watson who was most definitely there in spirit.
Charles Welch and John Kirby pickin' at the Mercantile.  Amazing!
Charles has very generously offered to help me with a little musical project I am trying to organize and I am overjoyed to accept his generous offer.  More about that in future posts.

After the concert we ran over to Julie and Cecil Gurganus farm on Cane Mill Road for their yearly Molasses Boil.  Julie, Cecil and their friend John grow cane all summer and come fall harvest it to make that sticky brown sweet brew that makes everything, especially cornbread, taste wonderful.  Helen has always used Cecil's brew for her famous mountain molasses cookies.  The boil is an all weekend affair that involves running the raw can through a grinder to extract the juice then an all day boil to concentrate the liquid down to the final product.  Lots of friends and neighbors come for a pot luck meal and it doesn't take long before the instruments are pulled out and music fills the holler.
Mountain Molasses Hot off the Fire

After all the weekend excitement it was a quiet few days waiting to go down to Durham on Thursday and Friday.  Once again our good friends Karen and Rick offered their home in Chapel Hill for Thursday evening.  The first scan was an MRI set for Thursday at Duke (formally Durham) Regional hospital.  After a bit of a wait I was escorted in and had to remove anything and everything metal so that I could lay down and have this helmet type thing attached to my head then into the tunnel I went.  It was a tight fit all around and so I did my best to get into that happy zen space so I could just zone out but that machine was LOUD and not in any kind of a melodic way.  After a while I was pulled out of the tunnel so they could shoot contrast into my arm then back in for more noisy fun.  Not that big a deal but I have had better times.  After the ordeal Helen and I caught a movie and a nice meal before heading to Chez Wilson for the evening.

On Friday it was time to meet with Dr. Patel my radio oncologist.  Like all of the doctors I have met at Duke Dr. Patel was an amazing combination of talent, empathy and intelligence.  When we had looked at the film he explained that I had three treatment options - whole brain radiation, radio surgery and traditional surgery. Dr. Patel very patiently reviewed these options and answered every question that I could think of.  Although a meeting with the traditional surgery team was scheduled for later that day I was certain that the radio surger option was the best choice for me - effective, non invasive with minimal side effects.  

Radio surgery is an interesting little procedure.  Using maps of your brain and a custom made plastic mask the exact tumor location is zapped by high energy Xrays which kills the tumor but (hopefully not) the surrounding tissue.  In order to be ready for the treatment I needed another CAT scan and had to have my mask made.

Who is that Masked Man?







The mask goes on warm and soft then hardens has it cools.  The idea is that it keeps me from moving my head while the X-rays do their thing.  I am scheduled to have the radio surgery next week October 21-26.  They say it is painless and just involves laying still on the table for a half an hour or so.  Keep your fingers crossed that they hit the right spot. 

Well I have been trying to post this for something like ten days or so and just haven't had time to wrap it up and hit the publish button so I thought I would just send it "as is" and hope that you all will forgive me for the abrupt end to this chapter.  

Thanks so much for all of your thoughts and prayers.  
j

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Up and Down

,Some of you may not know that I was in the garment business for many years before big business and the government through the industry in the garbage can like a lot of other small industries.  At any rate, I ran into a colleague of mine back then and I asked how his business was doing whereupon he answered "up and down like a toilet seat".  That would be a good description of how things have gone for me this last week.  First the good stuff......

On Thursday (September 19th) Helen and I went down to Duke (many, many blessings for our dear friend Linda Foulsham who minded the Mercantile) for my CAT scan.  It was a long day driving back and forth to Durham but I was looking forward to finally getting a snapshot of where I stood with my disease.  

The next day, Friday, was a GREAT day.  Our good friends Mike, Sean and Aaron who comprise a fabulous band known as "The Tillers" (www.the-tillers.com) came to town to play at the Mercantile.  It was our first "pay for the band at the door" concert and we did not have a good idea how many people would show up.  During the afternoon, while frantically turning the upstairs gallery into a concert hall, I got a call from Dr. Hanks who was happy to inform me that the scan I had the day before had shown that the tumors in my liver and spleen had been significantly reduced and it appeared that the one in lung was gone.  Needless to say Helen and I as well as our Todd friends were overjoyed with the good news.  The icing on the cake was a full house for the amazing performance of The Tillers and lots of fun at the "after" party at Linda and Phil's house.
The Tillers arrive at the Mercantile 
 
Good Friend Hank Orr opens for the Tillers
The Tillers Rock the Merc


Sue, a Grandfather Mountain and photog
expert, came up for the concert and spent the night with us.  It was a go to sleep late and get up early affair as Helen and I were off to Nashville before dawn so that we would arrive in time for her nephew Bryan and Lauren's wedding.  Along the way we picked up Aunt Mary Jo in Knoxville and proceeded in an absolute deluge all the way to Nashville where the rain went away and bright blue sky arrive just in time for the wedding.

Lauren walks down the aisle with her Mom and Dad






 















The wedding was everything a bride and groom could want with beautiful weather, wonderful ceremony, two great families in a great town.  What fun it was to see all of my in-law family again.  Helen has eight brothers and sisters so the Barnes clan is a big happy group when they gather and it is a joy to count myself as one of them.

So that pretty much covers the up side of things.  The down side started on the way home on Sunday when I suffered from a nasty headache located in the back of my noggin.  It was worse whenever I coughed, stood up quickly or, god forbid, sneeze.  Monday did not see an improvement and it was actually worse so on Tuesday I headed to Urgent Care to find out what was up.  After they examined me they sent me down the road to the Hospital to have an MRI or CAT scan.  The MRI was closed for the night so I had a CAT scan that showed a 2.5 cm tumor in my brain.
That bright spot around 4 o'clock is the uninvited guest in my brain.
 During this process I was in contact with my wonderful oncologist at Duke, Dr. Hanks.  It is such a comfort not only to know that I have such a talented and dedicated caregiver but also that he is so available.  He has answered every email I have ever sent him promptly which says a lot about the man I think.  I have an already scheduled appointment with him tomorrow and will discuss where we go from here.  He mentioned in his last email that since the other tumors are responding well to the Ippy that we may focus on local therapy (whatever that means) for this one.  He ended his email saying "hang in there" and that is exactly what I am doing.

I live on a beautiful road that follows the old Virginia Creeper rail line out of Todd, thus the name Railroad Grade Road.  It follows the New River for eleven miles down to the little town of Fleetwood.  Because the road is technically a right of way and the state does not own it, the care for the road is not great so my ride from home to the Mercantile is a bumpy one.  I never thought that my trip down Melanoma lane was going to be an easy one and, like Railroad Grade Road, it has become a bit bumpy but, like my local road, I have to say that, while bumpy, it travels by some beautiful things like you my wonderful family and friends that have so supportive with their love and support.

J

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Time To See What is What

Well it has been almost a month and a half since I last posted.  Rest assured that this is because I have been so busy and not because I am sick.  During that time I had my last treatment of Ippy which had to be postponed because I developed a side effect that kept me within sight and reach of the loo for a couple of weeks.  While Helen and I were disappointed that we were delayed we did have an amazing trip to Durham where we stayed at the Arrowhead Inn compliments of my very generous Sister Nancy and her husband John.  We were in the lap of luxury enjoying every comfort the Inn had to offer and truly amazing food.  You can see just how pampered we were at http://www.arrowheadinn.com .

My treatment was rescheduled for a couple of weeks later and I was able to have my fourth and last infusion of Ippy and then had to wait for about a month before imaging to give the drug a chance to do its thing.  I am now scheduled to have a CAT scan at Duke on Thursday the 19th of September.  It has been a really long time since I was diagnosed in May and I will be glad to finally know where I stand with my cancer.  As I mentioned previously I have a plan for whatever the results reveal and I really hope it is the result that ends up with a BIG party :-)  If the CAT leads me down another path then onward I will go with the help and good wishes of all of you.

So enough about cancer.  This last few weeks have been a wonderful time here in Todd with a full schedule of concerts in the park, busy times at the Mercantile and at Heart of the High Country Realty and visits from friends and family.  The Concert Series grand finale was the Doc Watson Tribute Concert which featured long time friends of Doc Watson Charles Welch with Wayne Henderson and the Kruger Brothers. Over 500 people packed into Tod for an amazing day full of sunshine and truly great music.
Remembering Doc Watson are (left to right) Jens Kruger, Wayne Henderson, Joel Landsberg, Charles Welch, and Uwe Kruger.  You will not find better acoustic musicians on any stage anywhere.
  
 Just the other day Jens went out to his mail box to find a letter from Steve Martin (yes, that Steve Martin) telling him that he had just won Steve Martin's foundation's banjo player of the year award.  Enclosed with the letter was a check for $50,000.  Now that is a great way to start the day.

The Krugers were born and raised in Switzerland.  At a young age they found an album by someone named Doc Watson which led them to pursue Appalachian music.  After struggling to find a foothold in Europe for their sound they moved to the North Carolina mountains and have come to be the premier band in this area.  You can hear them sing a song about it here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8mOfSayM3k

Helen and I were overjoyed to have Sean, Paige, Tanner and our newest grandchild Grayson Lorelei Rielly visit us in Todd.  We had a wonderful time playing with the children, eating amazing food and evenings playing cards and playing grudge matches of Catch Phrase while sipping adult beverages.
Our Grayson comes to Todd
After their mountain visit the kids were off for the beach and kindly invited us to join them in Topsail Island.  So, with the help of our dear friend Linda Foulsham who offered to look after the Mercantile, we dug our bathing suits out of the closet and headed to the beach.  We were only able to stay one night but the weather was glorious with blue skies and warm air and water.  
Three Generations on the Beach

Well I have been trying to finish this posting for two days now and time has run out because Helen and I have to get in the car and head down to the Duke Cancer for some blood work and the all important CAT scan.  Dr. Hanks said that he would call me sometime on Friday with the preliminary results and I will meet with him next week to discus a go forward plan.  Hopefully the planning will include a big celebration at the Mercantile!  Thanks again to all my friends and family for their prayers and support that have done so much to ease my mind as I dance with Miss C.

J  

 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Dancing With Miss C

Hey Folks,

You may have noticed that my previous post was a little convoluted.  It was actually a draft that I saved that I never managed to get back and finish.  So rather than try to polish it up I decided to just post it as is and start over with a new post and a promise to try and be more diligent about keeping it up to day.

You may also have noticed that I did not mention my disease or treatment in my previous post.  That could well be because I really don't spend a lot of time and energy thinking or worrying about it and that is probably because I really don't feel sick and there have been no side effects so far from the treatment.  However, the truth is that I do have stage four malignant metastatic melanoma (the three "M's") and so I thought I would speak more about that and my treatment in this post.

Somewhere in my past I must have had spot on my skin that has since disappeared.  Before it did its Houdini act it sent out little messengers into my body to find a new home and procreate.  They now have a new residences in my lungs, spleen, liver and adrenal gland.  I asked Dr. Hanks what the end game was with this disease and he basically told me that the greedy little melanoma cells not only build a house for themselves but a whole neighbor hood that takes over the encroached organ until it just gives up.  Of course the good Dr. Hanks has other plans and is hopefully in the process of serving an eviction notice on these little buggers and thus save the neighborhood.

The current weapon of choice is called Yervoy aka Ipilimuamab aka "Ippy" (cute little nickname don't you think?).  Ippy is encouraging my immune system to attack those nasty cancer cells and give them what for.  I have had three treatments so far (God bless my angel of a daughter who flew up from Texas to escort me on my third trip to Duke.  While here she was an invaluable help to Helen and me in more ways than I can count)


Me and my Angel
  The Ippy is infused into my arm via some very fancy plumbing assembled by the wonderful oncology nurses at the Duke Cancer Center
Fill "er Up
I am scheduled to have my fourth infusion on the 12th of June.  Another angel, my sister Nancy, has assured that this will be a special occasion as she and her husband John have arranged for us to stay in a very la-de-da bed and breakfast including a gourmet dinner.  Two weeks after the fourth treatment I will have a PET/CAT scan and finally have a chance to see if the cancer has disappeared (BIG party), shrunk (small party), is the same, or worse.  If it is the same or worse (and there is an 80% chance that that will be the case) I will move on to a clinical trial treatment with a drug called PD-1.

The "PD" in PD-1 stands for "programmed death" - don't you just love it.  Of course the death that this drug tries to program is the death of the cancer cells.  According to my vague understanding, it works by making it easier for the cancer cells and my immune cells to get together and do battle.  Like Ippy, I will get an infusion, once every two weeks this time, and the side effects are very minimal.

Once again I want to thank the many, many people who have bestowed blessings uncountable on me.  I will do my best to keep you posted down the road.

J

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Up and Down Like a Toilet Seat

Howdy All,

So much has happened since my last post on the 1st of the month.  Some ups and, unfortunately, some downs but let's start with a big up.  We drove straight back to Todd from the last treatment at Duke.  Shortly after we got home we went to a retirement party for our very close friend and former landlady Linda Foulsham.  She had just resigned from a pressure cooker job that was a complete downer.  After a few weeks rest and relaxation she is planning on opening a bookstore in Boone where she will be her own boss.  We were so happy for her that we drank a lot and had a wonderful time at Mary Love's who hosted the party.
Linda at her retirement party
Linda is famous for being the life of the party until you suddenly look over and she is sleeping in her seat.  Not that she isn't following the conversation because she is apt to awaken just as suddenly and jump right into it.  A highlight of this party for Helen and I was the arrival of Sarah, Evan, Caroline and Ella who were just arriving after driving all the way from Austin, Texas.  They were here to spend a week with us and what a "grand" week it was (if you have grandchildren you will know what I mean).

  Even though there was torrential rain every day (Todd had over 11 inches of rain in the first week of July!) they had a great time hiking, horseback riding and keeping old Grandpa company.  We were missing them the minute they left to head back to Texas.
The Grand Pollan Clan
Helen's sister Teresa's visit overlapped with the Pollan's so we were one big happy family up there on Riverchase Trail.  God bless Evan who manned the grill all week and served up some delicious carnivorous treats.  The grandgirls delighted us with their arts and crafts and left us with a refrigerator covered with their talented drawings.  On the second we bid a fond farewell to Teresa who was such a help and such great company.  Helen drove her down to Asheville where, believe it or not, she finally found her bag.  Everything was going great as we waited for the fourth of July which promised to be a big day not only because we planned to participate in the Liberty Day Parade but also because it was Helen's birthday.

Ah yes, the fourth.  As it turned out it was one for the books but not in a way that we had planned.  It had been a busy busy past few days so, even though it was Yankee doodle dandy Helen's birthday, she was determined that I would have a nice lay it and catch up on my rest.  So you can imagine how surprised I was to get a text at 7:30 am that read "the Merc has been robbed" which got me out of bed quick.  When I got there Helen told me that the thief had broken a window on the back to door to get access to the deadbolt.  Among other things he had made off with Helen's laptop and her purse which she had forgotten to bring home the night before.  In the purse was a lot of personal items that were very important to Helen and she was understandably very distraught.  We had been robbed recently before and so had installed a security camera which did catch the robber in the act.  The sheriff sent a patrol car to gather info but we did not have much hope as they headed back to town.
                          A little movie of the (fill in your favorite expletive here) who robbed the Merc

As if to add insult to injury, the skies opened up and it just plain poured down on what was supposed to be the Liberty Day Parade and one of our busiest at the store.  The parade was canceled and the skies cried our tears for us.  Helen was just about ready to give up when some local ladies stopped in with a basket full of goodies, a dozen pink roses and, most importantly, words of love, sympathy and encouragement.  They told Helen how much she meant to our little community and how sorry they were for her setback on what should have been a special day.  It says more than a little about the folks in Todd that one of these kind souls was the organizer of the Liberty Day Parade which had to be postponed.  She certainly had enough to worry about as it was but took the time to gather with others to lift Helen's spirits.

Like I said, it was a time of big ups and downs and that point was driven home when we went to the Riverside Restaurant to see our good friends the Wooten Family perform Christian music upstairs.  The Wooten's are Mom, Dad the three boys and Grandpa all of home are hugely talented and they all sing like angels.  Think of the Statler Brothers and you get an idea of there harmonies.  Anyway, they sang this wonderful song "God Will Make This Trial a Blessing" that just tore us up as it was completely apropos.

So after a roller coaster of a day there was nothing for it but to party so off the the annual July 4th gathering of the Riverchase gang we went.  Our home in Todd is on a little dead end street called Riverchase Trail.  There is only five homes including ours and we are the only year rounders.  I have to say that I have maybe the greatest neighbors in the world many of whom you have already heard about in this blog.  Since it was, of course, still raining buckets we avoided our usual river front location - now underwater - and instead brought our covered plates to Pam and Warren Kicklighter's front porch.  Did you know that you can light fireworks in a epic deluge?  I don't know how they did it but fireworks did arise from the front yard which Caroline found to be colorful and Ella found to be intolerable.  After the show it was time to climb to our house at the top of Riverchase to put an end to a long, emotional day.


Sarah and Evan head home......


Every day in July is a busy one in Todd so the next day (Saturday) proves the point as we were up and at'em first thing to get the oven turned on for baking goodies for the weekend.  Shortly thereafter I was off on a 50 mile round trip to show property in the adjoining county with my partner Jim.  We got back just in time to help set up the sound system and food booth for the evening concert featuring Laura Boosinger and Josh Goforth.  We made a last minute call to have the concert outside instead of moving to the gallery at the Mercantile and it turned out to be a good and bad decision as, although the concert started with the sun it wasn't long before the heavens opened up and it began to pour.   Fortunately, Laura and Josh are pros and asked everyone to join them on the stage where the roof kept everyone dry.