It was an all day, every day cough. As someone living with lung mets, it's easy to see why my mind would quickly and easily go from blaming allergies to wondering if this had something to do with the party in my lungs.
I knew some of those at the party might be getting a little too drunk, and of course I had to wonder if this cough was the first manifestation of my cancer. I casually mentioned it to my oncologist when I saw him, but he never seemed concerned. He's always far more interested in talking about where I'm going and where I've been than actual cancer. What could he do about it anyway if my lung mets were really to blame?
The cough went on, and included coughing fits that raged enough to get the attention of anyone around me. About a week after I started Erbitux, I noticed the cough was gone. For more than 6 months straight I had coughed every day, all day, and POOF I stopped.
I tried not to let myself think that my new chemo could be working, or at least working that fast. But could it? Could I be just so damn lucky to have the two first-line treatments for metastatic colon cancer actually work for me? I'm immersed in a world where chemo fails far too many, and here I am winning the lottery over and over again.
Then a little bit more pixie dust got sprinkled.
A CEA blood test measures the amount of protein in the blood of people that have certain types of cancer - colorectal cancer specifically. For me this number has always been in the normal range (0-3.5), and never something on my radar. It's probably why I never mention it. Over the last 6 months, it actually started creeping up. Nothing to remotely lose sleep over, but my oncologist noted that it had gone above the magical dotted line and made it to 4.7. Not enough to raise an eyebrow, but considering my pattern, enough to make my oncologist mention it in passing. We both agreed it wasn't concerning, and I knew it was still exceptionally low considering I was surrounded by peers whose CEA markers were in the hundreds and thousands.
During my 4th round of Erbitux, everyone's favorite infusion room pharmacist came around and poked his head in to check on me and admire my Aquaphor-covered rashy face. While discussing my normal lab work, he casually mentioned that my CEA had come back at 2.0 - so that was good. I suspected that he got that number wrong, and went looking for my lab work. He wasn't making things up, and I added this drop to the little folder of hope where I had placed my disappearing cough. I then went on with my day, and slathered more Aquaphor on my miserable face.
In the coming weeks, my CEA would continued to drop to the point they no longer assigned it a number. It fell lazily below .5, and not worth really measuring by lab standards.
Between this <.5 and the cough that had long disappeared, I will admit that I once again walked into my latest scan cocky and confident. Coupled with my oncologist telling me weeks before that he was pretty sure the chemo was working, I knew it would be good, it was just a matter of how good.
And I needed good, as living with remarkably dry skin and a sexy chemo rash that rivals a mange-covered dog at the pound, I needed to be inspired to continue coating myself in heavy creams and lotions at least twice a day, and walking out the door with a neck that look like I'd contracted some weird disease in a third world country.
Well feel free to gift me with bottles of Eucerin, because the news was as expected.
