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Intracranial Swelling – Pressure Headaches – and an Emergency Admission to Hospital

By late July 2010 – what a scarily rapid progression from March 2010 – my head and neck pain was hovering about the 7 or 8 figure now, I couldn’t sleep and was having to fight really hard to keep on top of things at work. As the boss the guys who worked for me quite rightly expected me to be on top form at all times, this was becoming increasingly difficult when all I wanted to do was lie down in a dark room…

I was experiencing severe worsening of the headaches in the morning, when reaching down to pick something up, when sneezing. Basically when doing anything that involved moving my head, left, right, up or down but particularly when bending over. I don’t mean just a little twinge either, the pain scale was now on a 7 or 8 permanently when resting and when doing one of the above activities, it rocketed to a 10 (living hell).

I’d really started to dread having to tie my Army boots in the morning, it literally was an ordeal of pain and if I dropped something, oh the thought of having to bend over to pick it up could easily ruin my day. All of this whilst trying to maintain a front of being on top of things at work – which I think I just about managed although thank God I had such a good team supporting me!

I went back to my GP who correctly – with the benefit of hindsight –  identified that these were classic signs of pressure headaches caused by the intracranial swelling from the tumours in my head having a merry old party and causing my brain to be crushed against the inside of my skull!

What followed was a trip to Salisbury hospital, where I  hung around for a few hours and was eventually discharged having had no tests aside from yet another physical neurological examination which was normal. Apparently I hide brain tumours well. They did give me an injection for migraines which despite telling them at  the age of 36 I’d never had, they still seemed to think was the way ahead. Christ that auto-injector in the leg hurt, strangely enough did absolutely nothing for my headaches. With the benefit of hindsight I should have just called the Consultant I’d been seeing although to be honest, I was in so much pain I couldn’t think straight anymore and it’s not the kind of thing us mere mortals do is it. I would now though, Consultants are like my best pals these days!

I felt thoroughly depressed as I left the hospital knowing all I could look forward to was a return to taking the maximum daily doses possible of neurofen and paracetamol. I had gotten to the point where I was living on blind hope and desperation, in permanent severe pain and starting to despair…

Top Tips From My Experience So Far

1.  DEALING WITH THE INITIAL SHOCK Upon being given a terminal diagnosis, the initial shock, fear and mental agony will eventually subside and pass. Your mind WILL adjust and accept what is happening and you will be able to think, feel and relax again. You’re just going to have to ride this initial storm.

2.  WHO TO TELL AND WHEN Try to think carefully and quickly about who you are going to tell and when. I wish we’d waited at least 24hrs before telling anyone in order for us to have a chance adjust to what was happening. It is difficult because you will be panicking, but once the word gets out the barrage of well-meaning visitors, phone calls, texts and emails will start. You will become an instant celebrity and I can tell you now, as a private person (once upon a time) I wouldn’t want to be on. Once it the word is out, you will find it very difficult, in fact impossible to get time for yourself or your partner to start to adjust to what’s going on yourselves.

3.  GET EMOTIONAL SUPPORT AND ADVICE No matter what you think about how strong you are, you are going to need additional support and probably very quickly. Get it from where you can, the various cancer charities on the internet are fantastic for getting information and also for meeting people in a similar position, which will become more and more important to you as time goes on. Alternatively friends, family – although bear in mind they will be struggling with their own issues regarding what is happening, your local Doctor.

4.  USE THE INTERNET If you don’t know how to use the internet or are unwilling, now is the time to get over it and learn. There is boundless support and information out there, think of the internet as the new Village Green or Park where people wander around, chat and help each other with their problems. You don’t have to tell anyone anything you don’t want to and from my experience I’ll again reiterate the point, you simply cannot and will not be able to do this on your own. You need the help/advice/experiences of those who are unfortunate enough to be a step ahead of you on the ‘journey’.

5.  ADJUSTING YOUR HORIZONS When you are able to you will need to reassess your future. There is no getting around the fact that all your dreams have pretty much just been wiped out. However, it struck me that there was little point becoming someone who dwelt on what now wasn’t going to be, that would simply serve to make me miserable. There was no way I was going to squander my remaining time by doing that! Try to think about what you can do, the fun things and the pleasure there still to be had in life. We advanced our wedding by a year, I got tattoos, we’ve had days out – Hawk flying tomorrow – and so on. Creating a blog, although this is therapy for me, information for others, hopefully help for some, this is also a way of leaving a legacy. You get the picture.

6.  MANAGING YOUR CANCER DRUGS IN PARTICULAR DEXAMETHASONE This has become huge and I’ve just realised it needs its’ own page! Please read it, this is incredibly important…

7.  COPING WITH IT ALL This is a hard one to write, also to explain to anyone who hasn’t been in this position. I feel utterly sh*t pretty much all of the time, for every good day physically there are at least 4/5 when I feel rotten. I regularly start a day with aspirations to go for a long walk with the dogs or a bike ride, then spend the day feeling so awful I can’t even get off the sofa. Anyone that knows me well is aware that I was never an Olympian, but I do miss going for a jog with the dogs and lifting weights in the gym. It’s dispiriting how rapidly I’ve gone downhill physically. I try my best but can be out of breath after a 200m walk now. People regularly enthusiastically invite me to do things which is fantastic and I am eternally grateful for their interest and encouragement and especially the fact that they care. If I said though that sometimes the thought of going away to do something horrifies me, I have to sit down for 5 minutes to get my energy back after brushing my teeth.

When I was first diagnosed although I didn’t need it at the time thinking ahead I applied for a disabled (blue) badge for the car. At first I resented using it and would urge Kady not to park in a disabled slot thinking I didn’t need it. Now I’ve accepted it’s for the best to use the parking as I get so tired so easily, emotionally I’ve felt like it’s almost an acceptance of defeat though and it was hard to accept. You don’t expect it having led a fit and active life and only just hit 37.

All of this has had a knock on effect emotionally. I try my best to keep my own morale up and to stay optimistic, but it’s hard. I guess I don’t always deal with it well as I also spend a lot of time biting down on the urge to get upset by it all, which of course makes it worse… I find as a result I get upset at random times, normally when a medical professional asks how I am and I don’t know why, but it just makes me break down. I guess old habits die hard and I continue to try to be a problem solver, the issue is I can’t solve this ‘problem’ and my frustration compounded by my physical symptoms eats away at me, I guess I dwell on it too much.

I’ve forgotten how to look forward to things because I try not to think about the future anymore, the idea of what it may or most likely holds scares me now, I try to keep my aspirations in the very near future now, for the moment I just want to reach Spring, this Winter has been awful. For most of my life it was always exciting to dream, now I avoid it. Instead I spend most of my time thinking about the past, which is not always good. I’m not afraid of dying, having spent 6 months constantly battling side effects though, what I am terrified of is when things go downhill and the pain and suffering that might lead up to death. The constant questions are ‘when will things go downhill’ it’s like constantly waiting for a bomb or IED to go off, the anticipation is sometimes unbearable. Also ‘just how bad will it be’. The idea of suffering months of severe neurological problems, limbs not working, blindness, deafness, complete paralysis etc. just terrifies me. I just want it all to happen suddenly and quickly.

Being Told You Have Terminal Cancer

This is still fresh for me having been given the news on 23 August 2010. You’re either one of two people reading this, firstly someone who simply wants to understand/is interested. Or the person I really want to get my message to, the individual who has just been told their life is now going to be substantially shorter than you’ve spent most of it thinking it will be and is probably currently in a state of complete mental crises…

Although you will NOT believe me now, I must tell you that the initial shock, fear and utter screaming and complete mental agony you will have felt when the terminal diagnosis was delivered to you, will subside and for most eventually pass. Your mind WILL adjust and accept what is happening and you will be able to think, feel and relax again, eventually. It is amazing what mental anguish the human spirit can deal with.

I can’t really advise you on how best to deal with this early stage aside from offering reassurance that you will get through it and things can and will start to look better again. When you feel able to I would suggest you get straight on the MacMillan Website http://www.macmillan.org.uk/Home.aspx sign up and find the group for your type of cancer. You will find that there are a multitude of people out there who have just gone through or who are in exactly the same position as you. Everyone is incredibly helpful, friendly and willing to give advice. If you don’t currently use the internet or know how to then I would suggest learning ASAP, it could very much save your mental health having that community out there to turn to. There is nothing like shared human experience and the internet is now where it happens. Of course Macmillan also have counsellors and there are other cancer charities both in the United Kingdom and abroad, as well as your Doctor to turn to.

It took about one week for the initial horror and agony to pass for me and then another 1-2 weeks for my thoughts to stabilize enough to start to address the issues of my vastly changed situation. There were a number of ways I attempted to regain a sense of control of my life, one of the most important for me was to decide what I wanted to achieve in the now lessened time I had before I died. All my horizons had changed from being so far in the distance I could barely see them – I was 36 years old, not yet married and with no children,  still feeling young – to suddenly being right in front of my nose. It became very important to me to adjust to that by writing in my head new dreams that were achievable in the time I had. I stopped thinking about mid-career changes or retirement for example and started considering next week, or next month, or wouldn’t it be nice if in a years time… I was surprised at how easy it was to make that mental switch.

Once I understood that, I started to see the vast amount of pleasure still to be had in the time remaining and the gift I’d been given of not suffering a sudden death with all the questions that leaves unanswered for so many. Take strength from where you can. Life can and will return to at least a semblance of normality and you will start to feel better about this.

The link below might provide some help to your partner or family members:

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A Remarkable Lady 13 Jun 1921 – 30 Dec 2010

Sadly my Gran – known in our family as ‘Nanna’ passed away last week. She was a truly remarkable lady who I was always and remain in great admiration of. I was lucky enough to be able to find the strength to travel to Manchester on two occasions recently to visit her in hospital. I will never forget the joy on her face as I showed her mine and Kady’s wedding photos on my iPad. I will also forever be immensely proud of the spirit she showed in dealing with her own illness in the last few months, not easy for someone of 89.

I will be sure to do her proud by following her example. She was in and out of hospital for quite an extended period of time before she passed away and I am grateful that she is no longer suffering and is at  peace now. Her strength of character, sense of humour and cutting wit continued to the end.

I have no doubt she is  reunited with her beloved husband my Grandad now, I shall miss her dearly but know we will meet again at some point. God Bless her.

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CT Guided Needle Biopsy Round 2 – Outcome

Well firstly Happy New Year everyone! I spent most of the evening asleep on the sofa – I am crazy – and woke just after midnight. It’s been a rough couple of days however a very quick update. CT scans last week revealed the development of an additional tumour in my chest, I now have five which is disappointing. As previously mentioned, not entirely surprising as they have had no treatment as yet, however that’s about to change…

Second chest biopsy which was on Wednesday and has made me feel so rough the last couple of days was a success, phew! It has achieved it’s aim and confirmed that the cause of all this nastiness is indeed as suspected Malignant Melanoma. Location of the primary site is irrelevant at this stage, apparently the horse bolted months ago. Spoke to my consultant yesterday – 1800 on New Year’s Eve, there’s dedication for you – and will be seeing him next week to discuss commencing Chemotherapy to start tackling these chest tumours. Will probably start week after next, it’ll be a relief to be moving forwards.

I think that’s all for the moment. The second chest biopsy was done by the top man Radiologist at Southampton, Dr Ivan Brown. What a nice, kind, professional and helpful gentleman, it was a completely different experience to the last one and mission accomplished too! Between him and the Nursing Sister Denise who looked after me, I couldn’t have been better cared for.

 

Christmas 2010

Christmas was fantastic and I’m really gutted it’s over. If you’ve been following my blog you’ll know that we were forced to cancel various attempts at making plans due to the uncertainty over biopsies and chemo.

In the end we settled on a lovely quiet day spent with Kady’s family and it was great. We spent the morning opening presents, before going for a lovely crisp snowy walk at Longleat which was gorgeous and I can thoroughly recommend!

Lunch was amazing, how Kady’s Mum Trudy produces such a fantastic meal for so many people is beyond me but she does it. Then it was present time again, I feel really privileged to have been welcomed into such a generous, warm family.

In all it was a really relaxed nice day, exactly what we’d been hoping for. Perfect!

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CT Guided Needle Biopsy – Round 2 Weds 29 Dec 10

Well, after the last failed biopsy two weeks ago, fair credit to my Consultant Professor Christian Ottensmeier who has really pulled it out of the bag, I am to have a second lung biopsy tomorrow morning. Really not looking forward to it, particularly now that I know what’s coming however it’s a necessary evil. Planning on a quiet New Year’s Eve as I’ll no doubt be in rag order again. If this one gets a viable sample for analysis then hopefully I’ll be on Chemo by the end of the next week. Be nice to feel like we are progressing.

Professor Ottensmeier also managed last week to jack up some more CT scans with contrast of my head, chest, abdomen and pelvis which took place on Thursday. Hopefully I’ll get some feedback on those this week. It’s been over two months since the last ones and it will be good (I hope, could be bad) to do a check on where we are at with my tumours. Anticipate the ones in my chest will have continued to grow as they’ve had no Chemo, hopefully not too much. I hope the ones in my head will have stayed static but we’ll see.

Will update all of the above when I feel better hopefully by Friday. Later everyone, keep enjoying the seasonal festivities!!!

CT Guided Needle Biopsy Outcome

A frustrating day. After going through the biopsy last week and having been assured we would have the results by this Monday then fighting all of this week to actually get them, it transpires the procedure was unsuccessful and they were not able to get a sample from the tumour. Appears we were in the 15% bracket so bad luck really. Very disappointing considering how painful and uncomfortable it was.

Kady and I are extremely frustrated, having originally been told it would only take two weeks from the original Multi-disciplinary Team Meeting,  then patiently waiting before harassing people, it took over 7 weeks to finally get the biopsy done. We are now in the position we dreaded; up against Christmas, requiring more time at hospital and no nearer the 100% diagnosis which will allow us to start Chemotherapy, with the tumours in my chest continuing to tick over and grow having still had no treatment.

Thankfully my new consultant Professor Christian Ottensmeier has been incredibly forward leaning and helpful. He is currently trying to organise another CT guided needle biopsy procedure for next week, no easy task at this time of year. He is also arranging for me to have another complete set of CT Scans tomorrow.

We are extremely grateful for what he is doing for us, still frustrated though because of where we are and the days in the diary over the next week that are rapidly disappearing. To lose 7 weeks as we have done is infuriating and now the additional complication of the failed biopsy. We’ve felt really bad about turning down invites to things overXmas, it appears that may well have been a wise move now as the diary is rapidly filling with med stuff .

We are also both utterly exhausted as well, Kady has done nothing but run around like a lunatic for the last week, I pushed out a whole 2 1/2 hours sleep last night and the night before and the night before etc…To say I feel drained would be the understatement of the century, I can’t even muster the will to describe the level of fatigue I’m at.

On the plus side visit to fertility clinic went well, I don’t know where I got the energy, it was a case of chin tucked firmly into strap and run for the hills to get it over with. My ‘count’ is not perfect due to the effects of the various cancer drugs I’ve been on for four months,  but apparently I have sufficient swimmers for them to work with. Tick, happy.

CT Guided Needle Biopsy

Well today’s the day at last, just on way to hospital now for CT guided needle biopsy. Basically they’re going to stab me with a big needle through my back to get to one of these tumours. Not too worried about it, looking forward to the lie down to be honest then the big feed afterwards, nil by mouth is rubbish!

Hopefully barring any complications will only be in for the day, will update tonight. This will give us the 100% diagnosis hopefully results by Monday, which will kickstart Chemo in the next couple of weeks, Happy Bloody Xmas!

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Well it was all pretty straightforward and we were in and out within a few hours. Was not the most pleasant experience, they lay me on my front, numbed me up and then it was in and out of the CT Scanner about 6 times. They drew on my back marking where they were going to stab me, another scan, stabbed me with scalpel, another scan, inserted a metal rod, scan, needle, scan, took sample. Jesus it hurt! It literally felt like someone poked a finger through my back and I swear I felt it trying to come out of the front of my chest. Chest instantly filled with fluid and then uncontrollable coughing. The bit I hated the most is that obviously you can’t see what’s going on and they’re not very good at talking to you. However, the Doc showed me the CT scan afterwards and apparently they got a good sample so worth it – CT Guided Needle Biopsy

I was full on man down feeling ill for about 45 minutes afterwards as you’ll see from the photos where I have my eyes closed, blood pressure dropped, massive hot sweat, felt really unwell. Thankfully by the one hour point I felt remarkably better and was able to complain sufficiently to get cup of tea and an egg sandwich from Kady!  2 hours later, a chest x-ray to make sure my lung had sealed itself up then we were on our way home with strict instructions to rest and call an ambulance if I got any of the symptoms of a collapsed lung.

Ha, not easy to rest when you feel like you’ve just had a rib broken and spontaneously developed the worst chest infection ever. Anyway, by the next day I felt almost completely okay, just a bit battered and bruised.

So, that was that, results on Monday hopefully and with those we can finally start Chemo. Hoping to delay that until after Christmas day though.

As always the staff at Southampton were fantastically helpful and friendly. Thank you blog followers for your support too and for holding off from harassing us, sorry it’s taken me a while to get back on here, needed a couple of days to get some energy back.

There will be another update later this week as  we are going to have the ‘Great Sperm Bank Adventure’! Not one I’m looking forward to but if you’ll pardon the pun I’ve got to squeeze it in(!),apparently chemo is likely to make me infertile for an indeterminate amount of time and neither of us have any children. I shall avoid giving too much detail though if you don’t mind…

General Update 2

Well it’s been a tough couple of weeks. I’ve gone from 3 months of only being able to squeeze 4-5 hours sleep a night out despite the best drugs on offer, to in the last 2 weeks sleeping 20 hours a day. I’ve also developed a new infection in my bladder – excessive urination, feels like you’ve been kicked in the nuts every time you sit down – which has not been pleasant. This is on top of the oral thrush which I’ve had for at least 2 months and drugs can’t seem to shift, makes me feel like I’ve been gargling sand and I have to say leaves your mouth tasting even worse than after a night of beer, cigarettes and kebab with garlic mayo (mmmm) – I can still just about remember those…

I’ve been trying to see the funny side of it however alas as the last couple of weeks have gone on it’s become harder and harder as I’ve reached depths of exhaustion even Sandhurst never got me to. Anyway my wonderful GP and an excellent dentist now seem to have got me on the right antibiotics and they are helping, thank God. What a relief although I still feel like Buster Gonad.

I also have a wonderfully caring wife who this week has taken a grip of various medical issues which with how I’ve been feeling I’d lost the will to follow up. For the first time since this ‘adventure’ began, in the interest of splurging my personal thoughts into the public domain, I will admit that at one point (actually a number of occasions, be honest Mike) I found myself thinking maybe no treatment would be better than months/years of feeling this crap – I know I know, mental slap around own face. Golden opportunity to learn how to talk to wife more, I’m trying.

Kady spent a day harassing the NHS to death and after FOUR weeks of nothing, finally got a date for my lung biopsy – 16 Dec. She also took the decision yesterday to discuss my severe downturn over the last couple of weeks with the Oncology Dept at Southampton who in light of everything asked for me to be admitted immediately. So a bit of a mad panic and a day of getting checked out in the hospital, was not overly impressed when I arrived on the ward and their first words were ‘you will definitely be here all weekend’. ‘We’ll see about that!’ I thought to myself knowing full well nothing happens in hospital at the weekend. Anyway they were wonderfully helpful as always, fantastic Doctors who always take the time to explain things and I got the full MOT.

Outcome – home by 1800, crack on with the antibiotics, I’m not about to drop dead, nothing sinister is going on however directed to increase my dose of Dexamethasone – steroids booooo – to get rid of the pressure headaches which were returning and will also give me some energy back. Makes sense but I did discuss (barter) with the Doctor about just how much to increase them by, we reached a compromise, it’s a balance of symptom relief without increasing the horrendous side effects.

It appears the explanation for my sudden and dramatic loss of energy and ability to stay awake is down to something called Hypersomnia or Somnolence Syndrome – Link – I was originally told this would hit me 2-3 weeks after Radiotherapy finished which would make it early October, it never did. I attached no significance to that as they did say not everyone gets it and I was also having a great time getting married and honeymooning. Well turns out for some people it can be 2-3 MONTHS, that’s me! So, non-sinister explanation for how sh*t I’ve been feeling for the last couple of weeks, that on top of the two infections. Morale not the best at the moment but Kady and I working on that and as always I know there are people far worse off.

One major lesson for me, again, I keep being too nice about accepting well meaning invitations to pre-Christmas events. I simply haven’t got the energy at the moment and am about to turn off ALL invites, I need to hibernate until my biopsy on the 16th, that’s got to be my number one priority. Really appreciate everyones’ care and concern, comments on here are fantastic – in fact more please – but I would ask that people avoid phoning or asking me to go to social events, boozing and being in crowded rooms are so far off my radar you wouldn’t believe it, who’d have thought I’d ever say that! I’m not being rude, but I need to beat these infections, get through this somnolence thing and be as fit as possible for my lung biopsy.