GTD and Me
A Story of Diligence, Persistence, and Grace
I was 28
years old in the winter of 2005. I had a
beautiful one year old son that my husband and I had waited on for almost four
years, a new job, and was excited about possibly having more children in the
future. Little did I know my world was
about to be turned upside down.
After having
my son, my monthly menstrual cycles became quite painful. But, I just attributed it to getting
older. I also began having a thick
discharge, but attributed it to post nasal drip (I have horrible allergies and
thought that was the culprit). In
February 2005, I went to the doctor about the painful periods and an ultrasound
was performed. The doctor saw something
in my uterus, but stated it was a fibroid.
Traditionally, fibroids can cause intense periods so this made sense. I was sent home.
The next
month, I noticed that my “pregnancy nose” had returned. You know – that ability to smell someone
eating a cheeseburger in the neighboring town.
At that point, I got a little scared.
While I wanted more children, I wasn’t prepared to have one now. When I took a home pregnancy test, it showed
faintly positive. So, off to my OB/GYN
doc I went.
The blood
pregnancy test indicated that I had been pregnant but had a miscarriage. This was devastating! According to the doctor, my HCG levels were
low which indicated that there may still be remnants in the fallopian
tubes. I was given a very light dose of
Methotrexate to help flush out any remaining items. I was again sent home, but was asked to come
back in a couple of days for another HCG level check.
But, when I
came back a couple of days later, my HCG levels were starting to creep up. I was asked to come back in two more days for
another check. This went on for about 1
½ months (including a stronger dose of Methotrexate thrown in there). For some reason, my levels would not go
down. At this point, my OB/GYN doctor
became concerned. She said, “I really don’t
think this is cancer, but I want you to go see my doctor. He is a Gynecological Oncologist who can rule
out cancer and figure out what this is.”
Dr. Don
Hall, the Gynecological Oncologist, immediately sent me for an ultrasound. The Ultrasound Tech stated, “I see a fibroid
in there. That’s it.” But, Dr. Hall had a feeling that this was
more than just a fibroid. After multiple
urine and blood tests, along with a PET scan, the diagnosis was found. While all of this was going on, I became
engrossed in finding out what this could be.
I stumbled across a Gynecological Disease website and found something
called “Gestational Trophoblastic Disease”.
The symptoms sounded like the ones I had been experiencing. Could it really be cancer?
It was a
Friday afternoon and I was called in for my results. With my mother on one side of me and my
husband on the other, Dr. Hall delivered the news. I had a Placental Site Trophoblastic Tumor,
which is in the GTD family of cancers.
Less than ½ of 1 percent of women have this type of tumor, and it forms where
the placenta attaches to the uterus. He
had already scheduled my hysterectomy for the following Wednesday. I would be in the hospital for 3 days and on
leave for 6 weeks minimum. I would have
a long scar starting from my belly button down, and they may have to remove
part of my intestine. The PET scan had
indicated the tumor had protruded through the uterus and was wrapped in the
intestine.
Part of me
was relieved to have a diagnosis but the other part of me was terrified. In addition, our insurance was completely
maxed out (this was in the day of annual maximum amounts and before the
ACA). We would have to pay for the
entire surgery and any other treatments that I would have to go through. Funny enough-I didn’t worry about the money
part. I just wanted to be alive to see
my son grow up.
When Dr.
Hall went in to do the surgery, he discovered that the tumor had not protruded
but was fully contained in the uterus.
It was removed and sent off for growth rate testing. If the growth rate was low, no further
treatment would be necessary. If the
growth rate was high, I would have to take chemotherapy and radiation. In addition, it was discovered I had really
bad endometriosis and one of my ovaries was removed because it was badly
damaged.
The results
of the growth rate testing showed that the tumor was growing at a slow rate. However, I had to come back every month for
HCG testing. Each time I went it, I
would get very anxious. I had ghost
symptoms constantly and stayed panicked.
But, the first year went by with no increase in HCG. In July 2015, I will be 10 years cancer
free.
There is a
very slight chance it could recur as lung cancer, with an even slighter chance
of breast cancer occurrence. But, thanks
to God, the concern of my OB/GYN doctor Rebecca Walker and the diligence and
persistence of Dr. Hall, I’ve been able
to experience 11 years of bliss with my son.
What can you
take from this story: Listen to your
body. It will tell you when something is
wrong. If something is wrong, don’t blow
it off. Have it checked out – it might
just save your life.
