<p>And JK Rowling and Dr Suess were rejected many times before the right planets fell into alignment.
No matter what, you have inspired so many of us. We are grateful.</p>
<p>D1 babysat a few times for woman who lives 2 blocks away and is an editor with major publisher, one of her 2010 books was well-known NYT bestseller. Please PM me if you would like her name - I’m not sure if she remembers me too well, but it’s worth a shot. She could suggest an agent.</p>
<p>Round Three Of The Match</p>
<p>I feel like an ex-con who couldn’t stay out of trouble in a polite civilian society.</p>
<p>My cancer came back after short three months of remission. It was confirmed last week. I had a suspicion from mid August, so when the routine follow up scan results came back positive, I was disappointed, but not surprised. I was already mentally prepared to deal with these results, and had a list of questions to ask the doctor right then and there. In fact, if the routine scan was not scheduled right around the corner, I would have asked for one.</p>
<p>I knew all along that the odds are near 100% that I would recur within a few years, but I was hoping for a longer remission. Obviously, this is quite disappointing – a hard pill to swallow. What really surprised me was not that it recurred so soon after I got into remission, but how fast it happened. Early August, all the test results were clean. I felt great with everything in perfect order. By mid August, I already knew that something was off. Usually, when women recur, the cancer blood marker starts to rise and it takes several months before anything shows up on the scan. My cancer moved from zero to 100 miles/hour in at most 3 weeks to show scattered tumors in the abdominal and pelvic areas. I am a Type A personality overachiever. So is my cancer. We are well matched. </p>
<p>A case like mine is particularly troublesome since it recurred so fast and so soon after the initial remission. On the book, this worsens my prognosis considerably. The initial diagnosis and sub optimal surgery results already earned me a place in the high risk group. With this recurrence, now my membership has been upgraded to the “elite” status. If there were a certification process for clinical depression, I would pass it with flying colors with this recurrence. I have done everything right on the book - nutrition, exercise, supplements, etc. So what else can I do? I used up all the arsenals in my armory. There is no more arrow left in my quiver. No magic bullet that I can dispense. Perhaps cancer has already won, not only the individual battles, but the whole war that will end all other wars. </p>
<p>And yet, after a few days of whirlwind of activities - doctor’s visit, scans, and blood works, plus my thoughts all over the place, I am actually serene and yes, dare I even say “optimistic”. I am in an oddly calm and uplifting and uplifted mood. I feel that there is still so much I can do, and so much more to try. I must say, though, my definition of optimism has undergone a slight revision. The target of optimism no longer includes ONLY a long life: it now has other subtle nuances. Such as grace, dignity, and an ability to reconstruct bits of potentially harsh reality into something affirmative, not only for myself, but for those around me. I am optimistic that I can achieve all that. </p>
<p>Yes, realistically enough, what’s in store for me may not be what I had hoped for. But I am optimistic even there because no matter what happens, I will know that I did my best and I did it with dignity and grace. I can look at my recurrence as a calamity or as an improvement to the original game plan. I was not even supposed to go into remission when I did: my starting point was very grim, and the expectation was, it will take much more than the standard length treatment to put me in remission. So, I choose to look at my current situation as the original scenario plus an unexpected vacation and respite in the middle of what was supposed to be a long treatment anyway.</p>
<p>So, round 1, Me: 1, Cancer 0. Round 2: Me: 0, Cancer 1. So we are even now. Now we are starting the third round, and I believe realistically there will be more rounds, hopefully. As long as I don’t get carried out of ring completely KO’ed, I will continue this match as long as it makes sense. And, call me a fool, I have a very good feeling that I will win the round 3. I don’t think I have a KO punch for my opponent that will end the match with me as an undisputed winner. But, that’s not the only way to win the match. All I need is just one more round of victory than my opponent. That, I think I can do. You can call me an incorrigible optimist, but I dare say, I am a rational optimist. Today, at my doctor’s office, I asked him about my prognosis. I said, “you know, I have a lot of bridges to burn and I don’t want to start burning them too soon!” He said, it all depends on how I respond to the next line of therapy. So, onward, comrades! </p>
<p>Another thing that has undergone somewhat of a change is my attitude toward the whole philosophy of delay of gratification. I used to consider my principled discipline for delay of gratification for now for something better in the future to be the foremost virtue that I possess. In fact, I managed to brainwash my kids into internalizing that value. Well, I am in a mood to allow myself to be a bit more “live here and now” and not sacrifice 100% of what’s pleasurable for the future goal. I may even buy clothes that are not on sale. I used to wait for 70-80% discount, not because of money per se, but out of principle. Even so, I am still planning for a major professional move that will take several years of hard work to reach the next stage. The plan of record is still the same though I may have to delay the onset of the execution depending on how I do with the new treatment. </p>
<p>When I had my suspicion of recurrence confirmed, the first thing that came to me was the sense of gratitude. Gratitude because, </p>
<p>** It’s me, not my husband or kids.
** It’s happening now, not a few years ago when my kids were still sorting their own adolescence issues
** I have my loving family and friends around me.
** I am still so otherwise healthy and vital that I can deal with punishing chemo or whatever they have to dish out to me.
** I have the presence of mind to cope with what could be unbendingly grim news.
** I have access to the very best medical facilities, many of them, all within 40 miles of distance.
** I have the resources to allow me to navigate through a lot of issues
** I did not go for the professional opportunity that would have been mine a few months back - it was a dream job with glamour galore, but I had a good sense of not taking it because it would put me on the road three weeks out of a month all over the world.</p>
<p>Last, not but the least, I am very grateful that I was offered an opportunity to participate in a new trial at MSKCC (Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center). Perhaps some of you remember that I was participating in a vaccine trial for high risk women in their first remission at MSKCC. Well, I flamboyantly flunked out of this trial by inconsiderately recurring so soon. Yet, Dr. S. who is in charge of that failed trial, offered to put me on a new trial for women who recurred very soon after the initial remission. Not only he is a young and handsome dude, he has a good heart! </p>
<p>This is a major break for me. The trial involves a drug called Doxil plus an experimental drug that enhances body’s immune functions. Doxil is the best treatment option for women like me. The problem is, Doxil is not to be had anywhere in USA presently due to the scandalous cancer drug shortage situation, and there is no indication when it will be available again: rumor has it, not until next spring! It turns out MSKCC has ONE full treatment dose of Doxil left for the last trial patient, and Dr. S offered it to me. I consulted with several doctors, including my primary gynecologic oncologist who diagnosed me, operated on me, and saw me through the front line chemo therapy, and all of them told me to jump right in with both feet if anyone is offering Doxil to me. </p>
<p>I really need to succeed in this second trial. If I fail again, I am afraid I will be known as a kiss of death at MSKCC – the patient who ruins all of their clinical trials - and will be blacklisted! Humor aside, I really lucked out with this Doxil trial. I start the first treatment next Monday. It’s a very arduous trial with very time consuming commitment. I will be spending a lot of days in NYC. During some of these days, I will be jailed in their chemo suite for close to 10 hours during which time they will draw my blood every other hour after they administer the drugs. This is because I am a trial subject, and they need my blood for research purposes. I will have a legion of vampires. These days, everybody is after my blood, literally! I can’t count how many times I have been poked just past few days to confirm my recurrence and to prep me for the new trial.</p>
<p>Somehow, in the midst of all this, I feel that I am being taken care of by more than the usual suspects of doctors, friends, and family members. I fell into the abyss again, but I see a rope being thrown at me to climb my way out by. I feel surrounded by energy that infuses me with a sense of hope and optimism that is so incongruent with the objective assessment of my current situation. I thought of it as a survival instinct – that is, my mind knows that in order to survive through this, I need a sense of hope, a positive outlook, so that it instinctively infused my conscious mind with this optimism and clearheaded calmness to make all the necessary decision unclouded by negative emotions. Is it really that simple though? Perhaps there is something more to this. If I were a religious person, I would call it God’s grace. If I were a new age spiritualist, I would call it a guiding spirit. I were a shamanist, I would call it a spirit of ancestors. I don’t know what it is or where it came from, but I can visualize it. </p>
<p>I am standing in a room naked and vulnerable. My opponent donned a flash costume of nails and spikes all over. It is putting on a scary show of shock and awe with all the appropriate sound and light special effects spreading doom and gloom. I see a little girl in the corner. She reaches out to me saying “I may look frail, but I am much stronger than that. Don’t give up on me, because I won’t fail you”. She offers her hand, and I take it. Together we stand. I don’t know what to call her, or who she is. But I am comforted by her presence. Somehow, I am not afraid anymore. Together, we take one step forward hand in hand ……</p>
<p>Dear Sunrise:</p>
<p>I am sorry you have recurred so soon, I know you hoped to have a longer break in treatment and we all hoped it would happen that way.</p>
<p>You continue to share with us your incredible eloquence and graceful spirit, thank you. Your attitude and story are inspirational.</p>
<p>Are you continuing to choose not to worry your mother?</p>
<p>somemom,</p>
<p>yes. My mom is off the sanctioned list of people who are allowed to know. She can’t handle it. It’s not only for her but also for all of us, especially me. I don’t think I will have the energy to reassure her constantly that everything is OK.</p>
<p>Your list on Gratitude was so very moving. All the best.</p>
<p>I totally understand about your mother and am sorry her style adds to your burdens instead of providing support.</p>
<p>sunrise - Best wishes for round 3.</p>
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Go for it…and don’t forget to buy shoes, too!!</p>
<p>Wow…so sorry about the quick recurrence.</p>
<p>Your writing is so beautiful, I am just sorry there is a real person behind it, having to undergo all these things to write about! </p>
<p>And the Doxil shortage–is scandalous. What is our cancer research money going for?</p>
<p>Enjoy some steak to build up your red blood cells. Enjoy every moment you can, and know that we are all hoping and praying for your success in this round.</p>
<p>sunrise - so sorry to read this difficult news. Your writing is so remarkable that I feel as if I know you well. Joining everyone here in sending caring thoughts, and wishing you success.</p>
<p>Keep posting please. You are an amazing woman and deserve every bit of the love and support surrounding you medically and personally. Rooting for you!!</p>
<p>sunrise, thanks for the update. You remain in my prayers and I am inspired by your attitude and philosophy. Best of luck with the trial. May it be successful and easy on you.</p>
<p>thanks for the beautiful writing of your journey. You inspire through pain and gratitude. You have a lot of people virtually in your corner, praying for you to keep up the strength and mental fortitude.</p>
<p>Sunriseeast - I have read all of your posts and just wanted you to know I am thinking about you and your journey. You are a remarkable writer - I wish I had the ability to write so eloquently. I hope you are feeling the good vibes and prayers that all of us are sending your way.</p>
<p>You are in my thoughts and prayers, brave woman.
Btw, when you have a moment, interesting bit in Vanity Fair article about publishing- an agent mentions how important the query letter is. Just a brief mention. We’re still hoping you get a chance to share your writings.
Hugs.</p>
<p>Sunrise, you are an exceptionally eloquent, wise and gracious person. It is a privilege to read the thoughts and observations you share with us. I join others in wishing you great benefits from your new trial.</p>
<p>Sunrise – You have a lot of people pulling for you here, and I’m sure your family and friends are pulling even harder. You drew short straw on the recurrence front, but seem to have the very good fortune to get the drug that is likely to be of the greatest benefit to you now. I certainly hope so. </p>
<p>I hope you find some dynamite clothes, shoes to match, and some great opportunities to wear them doing some things you’ve put off doing before.</p>
<p>You are in my thoughts and prayers.</p>
<p>Sunrise, you are brave! Wow! I have Acute Lymphatic Leukemia, and the one thing I do not do is read any of my medical reports. I’ve tried, and it makes me feel worse, as in, I am depressed all day. I will live however long I live. There is no such thing as a 'survivor" for my cancer, but I have been alive for two years which I am grateful for. I do not want a bone marrow transplant as for a woman my age this is usually a quick death from infection.
I have one child left at home-a senior in high school-and yes, you worry and worry about how they will cope and move on. And boy oh boy, you sure wonder what it was that caused it! (Most of the people with my cancer are young children…).</p>
<p>Sunriseeast, I so admire your grace and levelheadedness through all of this. If I were in your situation, I would be lucky to have a fraction of the grace and centeredness you are showing.</p>
<p>And, I am hoping the best for you and have you in my thoughts.</p>