Possible Phase 2 Study!

The big news of the past week was my trip to the University of Chicago Medical Center on Wednesday to see whether I am eligible for any of their clinical trials. I had thought (and actually been told) that I would only be considered for Phase 1 studies--in fact the clinic where I was seen is the Phase 1 study clinic. But as it turned out, there's a possibility that I will actually be able to be in a Phase 2 study--one that does more than look at a drug for possible toxicity.

In general the trip was really good. It was interesting to see differences between two university medical centers--not that one seems better than the other, but just that they have different feels, Chicago much more urban and crowded, but still very efficient and humane; Wisconsin also efficient and humane but in a more spacious and gracious facility. It was also interesting to be in the position that so many of the patients I see at UW are in--from distant places, unsure of traffic and directions and whether they'll get to their appointments on time, and in a "foreign" environment (both the city and the clinic itself) that they have to navigate. Sure compounds the anxiety!

But the actual appointment couldn't have been more reassuring. I saw a Korean doctor, Peter Kang, who basically spent all afternoon (from about 3 PM until 5) with me, taking my history and explaining options and checking with various colleagues about possibilities. It quickly became clear that he and his boss, Dr. Ratain, who was in the clinic but whom I never saw, really wanted to get me into a phase 2 trial of brivanib, an oral drug that has been shown to inhibit growth of blood vessels that feed tumors and also (perhaps?) to kill tumor cells.

The only possible fly in the ointment is that I have a blood clot in my liver. The clot has been there for at least two months and when I saw him Nov 13 Dr. Holen didn't think that it was necessary for me to be on an anti-coagulant--a good thing, because that would have automatically made me ineligible for the study. The Chicago people, though, seem to think that if the clot has been around for several months and is stable, it would be safe for me to be in the study. So last Thursday I had UW fax them 31 pages of radiologists' reports on all my CT scans in the past 12-18 months (they already had the images of the scans on a CD I brought with me), and Dr. Kang or Dr. Ratain (the PI on the study) will talk to Dr. Holen, and they will make a determination. I thought the decision would be made early this week, and this morning I emailed the study nurse; he said (in a very noncommittal response) that he would get in touch with me next week to let me know when my next appointment is.

So I'm still up in the air about whether I will be in this study, but what was exciting was that it was so clear that they were working hard to figure out how to include me even though the exclusion criteria include blood clots.

If I am eligible for the study, I will start it after New Year's. They actually were ready to start me after Thanksgiving, but for the first cycle, I have to go to Chicago every week for four weeks, and I would have had to be at the clinic all day on Dec 31. When I explained that I was planning to be with my sons in Texas then, the study nurse suggested starting a month later. I was a little upset by the idea of putting off treatment yet again, but I talked with both Dr. Kang and (through a nurse) Dr. Holen, and they both assured me that the tumors are growing slowly enough that this should not be a problem. Dr. Kang emphasized that he couldn't make a decision for me and then told me how wonderful it had been for him to go to Korea last summer for three days at a resort with his whole family, whom he hadn't seen in several years. And of course in the long run, the trip with Jed and Nate is way more important than the month's delay.

I can give you more details about the study itself, but think I will wait until I know for sure that I am in. The fallback is a phase 1 study of avastin, an earlier-generation anti-angiogenesis drug that I think is FDA approved for kidney cancer. I have the details of that study but haven't read them yet, because the focus was all on the phase 2 study and I still have my fingers crossed, though I admit that they're getting a little numb in that position.

Meanwhile, I am collecting thing to be thankful for--chiefly, this week, friends. One of the reasons that I am willing to consider driving to Chicago almost weekly for a clinical trial is that my dear friend Barbara Stock lives in a big house in Wilmette, and I can easily stay overnight with her. We've known each other since junior high school--she was a year ahead, but we were on the newspaper staff, in Junior Writers club, and in other activities together, and we used to usher together for the Pittsburgh Symphony concerts. Barbara's still working, so we don't spend every minute together when I'm there, but we have a very easy and wonderful relationship. I spent Wednesday night in Wilmette before driving back on Thursday to Madison--it made the trip much easier. The weather was fine last week, but it did take nearly 4 hours to get from my house to the medical center, which is in Hyde Park, in south Chicago.

Winter descended on Madison last night in the form of an inch or two of snow that stuck. This morning I woke up to a sound that I first interpreted as a push lawnmower, but then realized, when I looked out the window, was someone shoveling. Later, my neighbor Kim Kantor was on my front walk with her shovel. I sure hope we don't get the amount of snow this winter that we did last--my neighbors did about three years' worth of shoveling my walk last year!

On Sunday, I was out of the house for a couple of hours, reading from Facing Fear at a local bookstore. When I came back, the last leaves had disappeared from my lawn, thanks to Laurie Greenberg and her daughter Alana. Great timing, and a real gift to be thankful for.

And I was also thankful for friends from many different circles (including TeamSurvivor, writers, bikers, and more) who filled the chairs at A Room of One's Own yesterday afternoon. It's not that I haven't read to tiny audiences, but it's so much more fun to introduce a bunch of people to what I've been doing! And I think Room sold quite a few books, which is a good way to thank them for the reading.

Finally, a shout-out to Janet Zimmerman and Ron and Bonnie Hennell, who came to the Community Orchestra concert Friday evening. I think they enjoyed it--and I especially enjoyed knowing that I wouldn't be dragging my cello all over Madison anymore. (Why didn't I stick with flute? Well, I doubt I'd have the breath to play a wind instrument now.) Janet carried my cello back to my car after the concert--one more thing to be thankful for!

Have a great Thanksgiving! I'll be out of town until Monday afternoon, so next week's post will appear Monday late afternoon or evening.

Olio

No, not margarine. As crossword puzzlers know, an olio (with an i) is a collection of miscellany. And since I couldn't figure out a coherent way to present what I have to say, I decided just to list the items and call it an olio.

1. The health report. My medical records and I are going to the University of Chicago on Wednesday to find out whether their phase 1 clinic has any trials for which I am eligible. I really don't know anything more than that--don't know how long the appointment is, or how many doctors see me, or whether they will be able to tell me on Wednesday whether there is a trial for me. Presumably, I will have some sort of answer about a trial, or no trial, by next Monday.

2. The anniversary report. This week is the one-year anniversary of this blog. I'm amazed that I've actually been writing it for a year, but even more amazed that people (especially people who don't know me) are reading it. Just this week someone told me that her office-mate checks the blog every Monday. I can track the readership, or at least the number of hits the site gets, using Google Analytics, and I can tell you that last Monday and Tuesday, November 10-11, there were nearly 100 hits. (Ninety-seven, to be exact.) As you might expect, the number of hits is highest on Mondays and then drops off during the subsequent days, trending slowly down to about 13 or 14 hits on Saturday and Sunday and then climbing steeply on Monday. This happens every week, so the usage graph has a very regular pattern. Except that the week before last, usage was down (relative to other weeks) on Monday and Tuesday (Nov 3-4), and the graph was pretty flat all week. This is the first--and only--time that's happened. I guess people were otherwise occupied!

3. Weather report. It snowed earlier today and the lawns still have snow on them. I guess winter is here. Sigh.

4. Performance report. A reminder that I will be reading at A Room of One's Own in Madison this Sunday at 2 PM. I won't be reading anything you've already heard, I promise! I'm also going to be playing in the Madison Community Orchestra concert at the Mitby Theatre (MATC near the airport) at 7:30 PM on Friday. This is most likely the last time I'll play cello in public (not that you would actually be able to hear me, I hope, even if you were at the concert). This past weekend I decided that the stress of getting to rehearsals and then staying awake enough to actually play is just too much. I'm not a very good player anyway, and when I get tired, any technique I have simply disappears. Last Tuesday I was so tired by the end of rehearsal (9:30) that I could barely hold the cello. And rather than being a rewarding experience, playing is simply embarrassing. So why put myself through that?

5. Writing report. This week I am guest writer for an interesting web site, Great Lakes Town Hall (greatlakestownhall.org). Each morning I will post a short essay about the Great Lakes; if you hurry, you can still read today's before it's replaced by tomorrow's!

And that's it for this week's miscellany. Hope to see some of you on Sunday.

Birthday Season

Before I begin the main subject of this post (my birthday), I don't want to forget something that I meant to mention last week. The cover for Facing Fear--here it is again, since you might have forgotten the image--includes artwork by Madison artist Carol Chase Bjerke. The image is called "Vital Signs - Boat with Power" and it's from her Life Boat series, which she created while she was being treated for cancer. I was really excited when my book's designer, Ken Crocker, suggested using this on the cover. I think it's perfect for my subject, as well as beautiful. You can see more of Carol's work, including the rest of this series, at www.carolchasebjerke.com.

Tomorrow I will be 64--"the Beatles age," someone said to me recently. Whatever age it is, it's a birthday I wasn't sure I'd ever have, so it's pretty nifty. And the celebrations have already begun. Last Thursday, my writing group (which is very good about celebrating everyone's birthday, which ensures an ample supply of cake throughout the year) met at my house. There was a cake (of course!) which even had "Happy Birthday" written on top, and wonderful presents. An excellent season opener. Since then, I've gotten a happy birthday message from a Facebook friend, and an e-card from a relative. And there are plans for a birthday dinner with friends on Wednesday before our first Madison Repertory play of the year.

As for tomorrow, the actual day--well, once again, I have to share it with Rosh Hashonah, the Jewish New Year. This happens fairly often, though erratically, given the lunar Jewish calendar, And it is, I suppose, appropriate (beginnning a new year and all that), but it does mean going to services on my birthday, about which I have mixed feelings. Nate pointed out that I don't have to go to services, but I want to go--it's just not my idea of how to best celebrate a birthday. However, after services I will go to my friend Jackie's for her annual Rosh Hashonah dinner, always delicious. And since it's my birthday, she suggested that I bring cheesecake for dessert. It's in the oven now, smelling up the house with delicious sweet odors.

The other major event tomorrow is Nate and Meghan's departure for their year in Colombia. I won't see them off since they're leaving from Newark, but Nate already has plans to come back for Thanksgiving at my sister Susie's, and I will see him then. And then later, maybe, in Cartagena--at least that's my hope for when it gets really cold in Madison.

On Thursday, I see the oncologist, and since I am pretty much done with the pneumonia, I think I will probably get the go ahead to start the clinical trial I mentioned in the last post. More about that next week. Meanwhile, happy new year, to those of you celebrating it, and happy 64th birthday to me!