June 24 - I complained to my extended family two days ago that I can't sleep, can't breathe, can't drink, and can't eat. What more basic functions are there that a person needs to live? Actually, it isn't that I can't. The problem seems to be that the tumors have grown so large that there is more total volume of organs and tumor in the chest and abdomen than I have room for. That's why I always feel like I've just gotten up from Thanksgiving dinner and so don't feel like eating or drinking and can hardly expand my lungs to breathe. I will have oxygen available here at home starting tomorrow. We saw the doctor today and he said that I probably have just a few weeks left. But I continue working in my vegetable garden with Barbara's help, and it is coming along beautifully. Calls or visitors are welcome.
I then enjoyed eight very happy years, filled with skiing, bicycling, gardening, web site maintenance, and traveling, before doctors discovered that apparently the tumor had not been removed without some tiny part escaping and landing in my liver (perhaps even before the surgery). By 2011 I had a huge tumor on my liver which could not be dealt with by surgery. All they could do was use chemo-therapy to try to slow it down, and so they did, for more than six months from fall 2011 to spring 2012. By then the liver tumor had shrunk and the lung spots were gone so, because I didn't tolerate the chemo very well, the doctor stopped it for a few months so I could enjoy the summer.
By late summer of 2012, we discovered that, with no chemo to hold it back, the cancer was progressing rapidly, so starting in fall 2012 and extending over more than a year, I had four injections of radioactive Y-90 microbeads, plus two or three new chemo products. The doctor assured us that colon cancer tends to spread only to the liver and lungs and by this time it had visited both.
In early spring 2014 a scan showed that the chemo was not holding back the spread and growth of tumors in my lungs but that the chemo was doing further damage to my liver. I was also suffering several modest side effects so we agreed with the doctor to terminate all treatment and to try to enjoy my remaining months. The doctor's experienced estimate is that I have just a few months left.
Please don't pity me. I'm 76 and have enjoyed a very good life, and a great part of that good life was my 31 years in the SUNY Plattsburgh Mathematics Department. There was never a morning that I wasn't eager to walk down to the College and try to help students learn mathematics.
This page created and maintained by Don West.
Last modified May 5, 2014
Copyright © 2000-2014 All Rights Reserved