B>TO B(MT)OR NOT TO B(MT), that was the question.
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Hi, I’m Chris, 58 years old reasonably fit as I like to run and kayak, and am fittest of my friends and family in my generation. In April 2010 I was on post Xmas diet and was feeling how slim I was when I noticed a lump below my rib cage that didn‘t fit with how I remembered my human anatomy. I went to the doctor on Thursday. But not before having a search on the Internet and frightening myself silly, thanks Wiki! “Mobile spleen”, my doctor’s registrar said “but we will send you for a scan”. On Friday, the radiologist started his ultrasound and asked, “Had any blood tests recently? No, ok, we will do some as a Haematologist is coming in this afternoon and your spleen is enlarged”.
I was called into see the Haematologist on Monday. “You have Myelofibrosis (MF) and low Haemoglobin (HGB); I can see it in the blood tests”. I had read about MF, acute and chronic so what does that mean. “Let’s do a Bone Marrow Biopsy, and then discuss it.” On Wednesday, the Biopsy was done under local, slight ping as Haematologist nailed it but not an issue. Now even better read on the internet, I asked for a prognosis. “Results in 10 days, then we discuss that”. But the Haematologist is not available for four weeks so I must wait! My Doctor checked when the results were due and relayed the Haematologist’s view, I would be okay until Xmas (8 months away) and then all bets were off.Try relaying that to the wife, kids and extended family! Three weeks of starting to pack up to leave things tidy for when I depart the planet!
When I saw the Haematologist they talked about MF and the few patients they had with it, while I asked various questions. “Drugs can mitigate but not cure and bone marrow transplant (BMT) is unproven and highly risky”. I asked about prognosis and was asked “Do you really want to know? “ Many words came to mind but I settled for yes! 2-8 years survival, median 5 and you seem better than median. “Would you like a second opinion?” Yes! Referred to leading UK specialist, and the one I wanted to see. My last comment was I thought I had less than a year, “Whatever gave you that idea?” I was too emotional to find the appropriate words and left the hospital in a part stupor.
My choice of specialist related to an email Lesley sent in our first MF research. Sent to the MPDVoice website with a query, we were referred to a doctor and got a brief guiding response from a UK renowned specialist the same evening. That was the person for me, Claire Harrison!
The bottom line on BMTAt the MF consultation in July I got good background information and a simple statement of fact. “Drugs can help but not cure and work well on some but not everybody. BMT is the only potential cure but has risks. You are reaching the top age limit for a mini allogenic BMT (in UK) and your fitness makes you a good candidate. If you were my father or husband, that is what I would recommend for you.” This simply was another confirmation step on a decision Lesley and I had made after our early internet research. “I will refer you to my friend at University College Hospital, best in London.”
The BMT consultancy in September was reasonably straightforward. I got the details of the process, short, medium and longer term, the survival odds and many questions answered. One in 5 does not survive the process. Risk of failure or relapse is also one in five. Three in five are successful. Then there was the risk of Graft Versus Host Disease, to various degrees, afterwards. Overall nothing new arose, and impressed by consultant and specialist nurse co-ordinator, I agreed to go ahead at this meeting.
The process begins
We needed to find a donor so my two sisters were checked first but didn’t match. Several weeks later the co-ordinator phoned and told me I had a 10/10 match for January. Next we had two failed attempts, one couldn’t match dates and on the second I started a cold on my first day, which stalled the process until, the end of February, where my chemo started on my 58th birthday.
I checked in to my first room on the 16th floor of UCH.I could see the flats where I was born less than a mile away! Then I was moved to a room overlooking the city of London from where I could see locations where I had spent half of my working life. This was so I could be near the nurse’s station for special monitoring as the chosen drug regime (the gold standard for MF in Europe I was told), Fludarabine, Busulfan and then ATG (Thymoglobuline) is not used frequently as they have lots of BMT patients but not that many with MF.
Six days of intravenous chemo, then three of ATG conditioning. It seemed easy until day 7 at 1715 when my body was bushwacked and I went into a twilight zone of headaches, sore throats, diarrhea, hourly loo trips, shivering and many other unpleasant reactions, with very little sleep, for the next 3 days. Things started to settle on the day I got my new stem cells and then I had two more twilight days before starting to improve. Whilst I found these days very difficult I simply remembered what the doctors had said “You are going to feel more ill than you have ever done before” . They were right! Some days I ate, others I didn’t because I couldn’t swallow (ice lollies (popsicles) were great for my throat). Now began cell watch as we watched them drop so that I became neutropenic and then rise. The counts for HGB, Platelets, Neutrofils and White Blood Cells, would help determine my release date, alongside my general health.
I got apologies from doctors and nurses for doing various bits and pieces at all times of the day. My response was always the same; you are saving my life, do whatever you have to do whenever you have to do it and I will handle it. Even though I was often wired up intravenously, sometimes for a few days, I got up every day as much as I could and they had to find me a 15 minute shower slot every day. The nursing staff team, truly multi-national, were brilliant. Always cheerful, friendly and supportive, nothing was too much trouble. However, my best nurse was Lesley who stayed and slept on a sofa in the room, or during my twilight days sitting in a chair sleeping with her head on my bed.
Lady Cells gradually improved and I noticed that a week after receiving my donor cells, my spleen had reduced from five fingers below my ribs to one, something I was told would take weeks. I thought that things were going slowly and perhaps I had received my donor stem cells from a female who was now “late for the date”. One of the doctors confirmed it was a lady donor, the only information I was allowed. Lesley hoped that this would help me like going shopping and watching Grey’s Anatomy, but I explained to her that there were simply not enough lady cells in the world.
Going home On day 15 after transplant I was changed from a mixture of intravenous drugs and pills, to just pills, but forty a day! Two days later I was told I could go home, loaded with emergency contact numbers, but would be attending regular clinics. Standing in the hospital reception, waiting to go home, I felt the four weeks spent in hospital drift away as if they had not happened.
I left with a limp as my big right toe and left knee both became very painful with 3 days to go, believed to be an inflammatory response related to the return of neutrofils adhering to old wounds.
I couldn’t do much at home as I felt really tired and cold all of the time, frequently shivering despite multiple clothing layers, reasonable weather and the heating on. Walking was still an issue and I exacerbated this by jarring my back by missing a step down. I really walked like Quasimodo for a week until that settled. I found that my taste buds were shot and some favourite drink/food was no longer palatable.
Recovery—cold truth So began regular hospital check up visits, every Monday and Thursday, a very early start as I was given private transport by the hospital to protect me from infection. I had an additional day most weeks if I needed blood transfusions for low HGB. I had a number of continuing minor problems like shivering, tiredness, lethargy, dry mouth, that, toe excepted, were par for the course. Overall I was told that I was doing well for so soon after transplant and had been the third quickest out of hospital for my treatment regimen. During this early period I had good days and bad days, being able to walk for an hour one day and having no desire to walk anywhere on another. Being cold and shivering were a constant. Sometimes I could concentrate and do things and others not; this was probably due to chemo brain. But as time has progressed I felt better.
Almost normalI am now 12 weeks post transplant and for the last three I have felt almost normal. My son has taken advantage of my new found energy and I have been decorating, plumbing and doing other DIY activities in his flat without feeling tired.
My HGB is continuing to drop slowly but I haven’t had a transfusion for three weeks. My Chimerism – carrying two types of genetically different cells – was checked and two of the three main cells, T and N, are 100% donor with some residue of me in the B cells; the likely cause of HGB issues. The doctors can see immature cells in my blood, a clear indication that my bone marrow is getting started. I did have level 4 scarring of the bone marrow another potential factor in slow marrow development. People criticise the National Health Service in this country but I have nothing but praise for the doctors and nurses I met along the way and the treatment I received. Even the food I received was okay!
I used the MPD chat site to get information in the early days and now have more friends around the world. I now write a small email based blog on the site to give back and share with others considering BMT; currently there are at least six.
.Small price to payI have lost weight, muscle tone and of course hair which continues to go and I will soon be completely body bald like an oven ready chicken. I am very careful who I mix with and stay away from young children, and their parents/grandparents as my immune system is compromised and I must wait 12-18 months before I can be re-immunised against childhood diseases. I must not mix with people in close proximity or use public transport so am restricted socially but I consider this a small price to pay. I still have a long way to go but feel confident about the future.
Chris Harper, 58, live near London. Very happily married to Lesley for 36 years we have two sons, Ben and Matt, both Policemen. Worked for the same company for 33 years in IT, 13 as a senior manager, but took early retirement seven years ago when I felt that hard work, integrity and fairness no longer counted for anything. Now spend time helping family, friends and older company pensioners. I have completed three London marathons raising money for charities and plan another when recovered. I enjoy skiing, kayaking and world-wide travelling, the rough end – backpacking and overland tours, but will be confined to the UK because of BMT for 12-18 months. But with our motor caravan there is so much to see in the UK.
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