So What’s Next?

I’m sure you’re as tired of hearing about me being tired as I’m tired of both being tired and talking about being tired, so I’ll avoid mentioning that even though the 6 weeks of chemo and radiation ended last week, I still feel like Professor Dozer Von Snoozleberg, the Arch Nap-Duke of Upper Vierzigwinks.

Oh crap, I just did it anyway.  Quick, let’s change the subject before I fall asleep!

“So what’s next on the treatment schedule?”

Great question!  But before I answer that great question, let me quickly recap the road travelled so far:

The idea behind the initial Surgery/Radiation/Chemotherapy Trifecta was to get as much of the offending brain chance out of my dome-piece as quickly and permanently as possible.  Luckily (and I can not stress how super mega double grateful I am for this) I was able to get through all that brain slicing and drugging and zapping without suffering any permanent side effects or “deficiencies” (which is what they like to call partial blindness or unplanned paralysis in the brain biz).  Aside from my slightly pretentious haircut and the massive question mark carved into the right side of my head, I’m pretty much as I was in 2011.  So, above all, hooray for that!

“But when will you know if any of that slicing & drugging & zapping worked?”

In the sense that I’m still here, it worked.  In terms of  long-term effectiveness, of whether the chemo and radiation were able to keep the chancer at bay in a more than temporary sense, there isn’t really any way of knowing that just yet.

“But when will you know?  Don’t you have like an MRI or something?  I mean, I wanna know!”

You and me both.  I have an MRI scheduled for two weeks from now, but the reality is that this first post-treatment MRI doesn’t always tell you much.  Since you’ve been bombarding your brain (and the chancer therein) with all sorts of wacky shit for almost two months, they say that things tend to appear a little bit swollen in there.  Which is to say, it might look like the cancer has grown, when all you’re really looking at is the same old cancer cells dying a wonderfully horrible and crispy death.  In other words, unless this MRI detects the presence of gold krugerrands or a small Happy Meal toy inside my skull, we’ll be happy with the status quo and the fact that we’ve gotten this far, and we’ll wait until the next one.

Speaking of which, I will be getting regular MRIs every two months or so for… pretty much forever’, to monitor what’s in there and  what’s (hopefully) not in there.  That’s just one of the things you gotta do when you get yourself a real brain chance like I went and got myself.

“But are you done with treatment for now?”

Not by a long shot.  The way that this brain chance thing normally works is that you cut/zap/drug as much of the cancer out of your head as you can in the very beginning.  It’s impossible to get rid of all of it, however– there are always going to be some microscopic cells left in there, and all it takes is one to start the whole party over again.   So it is these remaining cells that you target with the 6 weeks of radiation and chemotherapy (to wipe them out) and that you continue to target moving forward (to keep them from coming back).

“So what kind of treatment do you do now?”

As it stands now, there are two things I’m going to be doing moving forward:  the “standard care” treatment plan, as well as a relatively new clinical trial that I’m lucky enough to be able to participate in.  More on both of these:

THE STANDARD TREATMENT PLAN:

Going forward, I will be taking Temodar, which is the same chemotherapy medicine that I have been taking for the last 6 weeks.  The good news is that I’ll only be taking it for 5 days out of each month instead of every single day.  This is good because each pill costs a couple hundred bucks, and also because (despite its hefty price tag) it makes you kinda barfy and spaced out.  So I’m going to have a week each month where I feel like an alien.  I’ve decided I’m going to start calling this “my period.”

If all goes well and the brainchance doesn’t show any signs of progression (that’s what they call it when it starts to come back), I will continue on Temodar for the foreseeable future, since the assumption will be that it’s working.

THE CLINICAL TRIAL:

There are a few clinical trials out there for glioblastoma drugs & therapies, and as luck would have it one of the more promising trials is being held right here at my hospital, Cedars Sinai.  I am now an official participant / guinea pig.  Hooray!

The therapy being tested on me and a few other peeps is called ICT-107.  It is a vaccine, or immune-based therapy, which means that it’s geared toward triggering your own immune system to fight your cancer.  Awesome, right?  We are indeed living in the future.

Essentially what they do is extract a bunch of your white blood cells using a super sophisticated vampire machine, then they ship these cells off to a lab in San Francisco where somebody does something fancy to them that I hope involves voodoo or at least some amount of dancing.

All I have to do is go into the doctor’s office once a week, where they inject me with the voodoo vaccine.  The good news is that since it’s a vaccine (and it’s made for the most part out of my own juice) it doesn’t come with any nasty side effects.  The bad news is that they inject it into my… armpit.  Not the worst spot on your body to take a needle, but definitely in the top 5.  (Had my first one yesterday though and it really wasn’t that bad– I’ll take needle in the ‘pit over barfygut any day of the week.  For now I’ll get both, but thankfully not every day of the week.)

So I’ll be getting a shot once a week for the next 3 weeks, then after that it’ll change to once a month for the next year.  Then that will be the conclusion of the study, at which point they will hopefully be using me as an example of why doing fancy voodoo things to people’s white blood cells can totally cure them of brain cancer.

Wouldn’t that be swell?

Oh — since this is a clinical trial, some patients receive a placebo instead of the Real Deal.  And since it’s a double-blind trial, neither myself nor my doctors know if I am getting said Real Deal.  Thankfully, the odds are in my favor– I’ve got a 66.67% chance of getting the voodoo vaccine.  So I’m going glass half full on that one.***

*** But just in case, if you know anybody who has access to the laboratory keys at ImmunoCellular Theraputics and is up for a Fletch-style break-in where we make sure I’m getting the real voodoo juice, please contact either myself or my catburglery partner Dutch the Dog.

8 thoughts on “So What’s Next?

  1. Thanks for blogging on in between sleeping of course. You have the most amazing attitude I must say. I’d feel much better if no one had to receive the placebo, praying you get the real voodoo juice and that it works. . Love Cuz Beth

  2. My father had the same type of experimental treatment for prostate cancer. So far it’s working… of course, when he asked his doctor how they would know if it was working, he said, “if you feel better, it’s working.” Superb. But a very cool treatment and so logical! I look forward to reading more about yours. 🙂

  3. Hello Chad, I’m a patient at Cedars too. I just wanted to thank you for your articulate, passionate, and humorous blog. I’m a writer and I don’t hold a candle to you, my friend. Please know my prayers and wishes of good health are with you. You have my blessing in whipping cancer’s ass!

    Keep up the great writing!

    Paul

  4. Haven’t heard from you in a few days. Hope you are resting up and feeling better. Let us know how you are doing when you are done napping and eating everything in sight. 🙂

  5. Chad, I’m praying for you every day. I know how hard it is to be in a clinical trial, we were part of one when my unborn son was diagnosed with Spina Bifida. They did a blind pick and unfortunately we were not picked for the prenatal surgery, that has since been proven beneficial. Ciarlo is an amazing boy anyway! Hopefully that takes away your 33.33 chance of being the placebo! Believe that you are getting the good stuff! Thank you for your updates! We will continue to pray for you and your family. ~Kira

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