I am so glad that I watched that stupid cancer movie called "Five". It's five different vignettes about five different women who are diagnosed with cancer, hence the title. Speaking from the viewpoint of the afflicted, I found these five women's stories strangely uplifting. It wasn't that they all survive, because they don't. It's that their stories offer me something that is not always readily apparent in my life. Their stories offer Hope. The directors did not forget that part of their audience was bound to be actual cancer patients. The stories were authentic. I was moved.
I am going to share a little acknowledged fact of life for cancer patients. Many of us stop counting birthdays and start counting anniversaries. We count the years of survival after diagnosis. The magic number is five. The significance of five years is reckoned by the science of fighting cancer. Many studies measure success of treatments by looking at the "five-year-survival rate", the percentage of women still alive five years after diagnosis. Ovarian cancer (my cancer) has a five-year-survival rate of about 30%. That means 70% of ovarian cancer patients die within five years after diagnosis. That is 7 out of 10. That statistic weighs heavy in my head. Many studies do not follow patients after those five years, nor do those studies take into account the quality of life during those five years. It can be a false benchmark. On the other hand, if you can attain remission and maintain that status for five years, the medical community will unofficially consider you cured! They should be measuring Progression Free Survival (PFS). If five years of PFS can mean that I am "cured", come on, five!! Five! Five!! Five!!!
I am not sure how old I am, but I can tell you that I have survived 18 months since my diagnosis. I am counting in much the same manner that small children count their birthdays. I am 1&1/2 years out. I am also counting my PFS. My tumor markers dropped into the normal range 5 months after diagnosis, but my oncologist maintained chemotherapy for 8 more months. My oncology team then declared me "disease free". I have maintained PFS for 5 months, almost 6 months now. I have made no concrete plans with my life yet. I tell people to ask me in five years. I will address any remaining critical issues at that point. After five years.
The women who made "Five" somehow touched on all this. I am not sure if they knew at the time or if it was a serendipitous accident. The women in the movie have a ritual for that five year anniversary. They all get to "kiss the wall" in a ceremony and leave their lip prints on display. Four of the five women survive. 4/5 is a believable survival rate. The magic of the moment of marking your survival is powerful. It reinforces hope. Hope against odds and statistics. Hope against common sense and reality. My oncologist reminds me that there is no reason why I can't be in the survival group, but we have to wait five years to see if it works out that way. Someone has to survive, it might as well be me. In the meantime I am still counting. I will let you know in 4&1/2 years.
Wow, really well stated. Not many people understand the limbo land before 5. My oncologist said the two year marker was the first hurdle, then the five. I just passed two years since diagnosis and March of next year will be two years since final chemo. Chemo took part of me, I'm not the same either. But I'm also better in some ways.
ReplyDeleteKeep up with your spirits and counseling. I see my counselor next week....I think it helps.
Really all I want to do is be with my family...I think I'm driving them crazy now...ha
Peace
I recently found your blog and enjoyed reading this entry. I was diagnosed stage 3B in 2005. I did have a recurrence in October 2008 but after surgery and chemo I went back into remission in 2009. Still NED over 2 and a half years later. In 2007, I spoke to a group of students nurses and I told them how I planned to be in the 30%. You will be at 5 years before you know it.
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