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Living An Active Life With An Ostomy; With Colorectal Cancer Survivor Doug Dahlmann


Doug Dahlman

Doug Dahlmann leads a very active life despite his ostomy. That wasn’t always the case; however. When he awoke from his surgery for stage 3 colorectal cancer in 2010 he was devastated to learn he was left with a permanent ostomy. He was “filled with anxiety, depression and uncertainty.”

Adjusting to life as an ostomate took time, but within a few months he achieved his goal of completing a 100-mile century bike ride.

During our interview we covered:

  • Why he wanted to take on the physical challenge of hiking the Pacific Crest Trail and the unique challenges doing so with an ostomy.
  • The emotional challenge of accepting his ostomy and how he moved from “denial” to embracing his new life.
  • Navigating the social and dating scene with an ostomy.
  • Why he decided to compete in a body-building competition.
  • What’s next for him on his list of adventures.

Connect with Doug

His story featured on the Colon Cancer Coalition website: https://coloncancercoalition.org/2018/10/06/an-ostomy-life-unlimited/

On Instagram – https://instagram.com/pacnwtrekker

On Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/doug.dallmann

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The Dana-Farber Young-Onset Colorectal Cancer; Interview With Dr. Kimmie Ng and Pat Beauregard


The Dana-Farber Young-Onset Colorectal Cancer; Interview With Dr. Kimmie Ng and Pat Beauregard

Dr. Kimme Ng and Pat Beauregard

The Dana-Farber Cancer Institute opened the doors to its new Young-Onset Colorectal Cancer Center this past week. In anticipation of this exciting news I interviewed Dr. Kimmie Ng, Founding Director, and young-onset survivor, Pat Beauregard.

During our interview we discussed:

  • The goals of the Dana-Farber Young-Onset Colorectal Cancer and why it was created.
  • How Pat came to be diagnosed with Young-Onset Colorectal Cancer at the age of 29
  • The challenges in raising awareness around young-onset colorectal cancer and how it often leads to a late-stage diagnosis.
  • The three main areas of focus of the center
  • Where Pat currently is with his treatment

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Dana-Farber Young-Onset Colorectal Cancer Center – https://www.dana-farber.org/young-onset-colorectal-cancer-center/

Dr. Kimmie Ng – https://www.dana-farber.org/find-a-doctor/kimmie-ng/

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The Big Surprise


Host Lee Silverstein, shares surprising news and it’s definitely not the surprise he was expecting.

 

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A Routine Colonoscopy Saved His Life, With John Cavanaugh


Dr. John Cavanaugh

A Routine Colonoscopy Saved His Life, With John Cavanaugh

in May of 2014 John Cavanaugh was diagnosed with colon cancer after a routine colonoscopy.

John’s story was profiled in this Colon Cancer Coalition’s Faces of Blue article.

On my 50th birthday, I promised my wife I would make an appointment for a full physical. On May 5, 2014, my primary physician, Dr. Troy Fate, MD scheduled a routine colonoscopy. I had two polyps removed and one turned out to be cancerous with positive margins. After a consultation with Dr. Scott Brill, a Colon and Rectal Surgeon at Ohio Health in Columbus, we elected for surgery on June 6th (Lilly’s birthday). Dr. Brill found no evidence of cancer in the section removed, but one lymph node out of 13 tested positive for cancer cells. One of the risks of my operation was the possibility of a leak. Unfortunately, that occurred and I fell ill with sepsis which required a second emergency surgery. Luckily Dr. Brill is an Army Veteran with trauma experience so he was able to save my life. I needed two additional procedures to install drains for fluid build up near my lungs. My wife never left my side for a month and slept next to me on a recliner (Much like the scene where Robin Williams describes the meaning of love to Matt Damon on the park bench in Good Will Hunting).

After a several rounds of antibiotics, I recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital with a temporary ileostomy. After three weeks of intensive physical and occupational therapy at home, I was able to participate in our daughter’s wedding ceremony. Then I endured several months of chemotherapy that made me look like the main character from “Unbroken”. In December, right before my birthday and the Christmas holidays, Dr. Brill reversed the diversion and I spent much of 2015 recuperating. On May 5, 2015, Dr. Brill performed a colonoscopy which resulted in a normal finding. Later in December, I had a CT scan and received a clean bill of health. I continued to be followed closely by my oncologist with regular blood screening, but am now back to work full-time.

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Links Mention In This Episode:

The Colon Cancer Coalition:  https://coloncancercoalition.org

Cancer + Careers: https://www.cancerandcareers.org/en

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Fred and Heather Schiller Are Coping With Cancer Through Love


What an honor it is to share episode #100 with you. Never did I realize when I launched the podcast 3 1/2 years ago that I would someday be talking about such a milestone.

I could not think of a better way to celebrate this important episode than by sharing Heather and Fred’s story.

I met them at Fight CRC’s annual Call-on Congress earlier this year. Heather serves as an ambassador for Fight CRC. Their story touched me in so many ways. During this interview we discussed Heather’s wonderful progress in her clinical trial. When I saw Heather during our Skype interview – which was conducted in May, 2018 – I almost didn’t recognize her; she looked that good!

The three of us also discussed the impact has on a marriage and how they’ve relied on their love for each other, and their faith, to cope with Heather’s disease.

Links Mentioned in This Episode of WE Have Cancer

Heather’s One Million Strong story: https://fightcolorectalcancer.org/blog/meet-one-million-strong-heather-schiller-georgia/

FightCRC: https://fightcolorectalcancer.org/

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Interview With 20-Year Cancer Survivor, Randy Lopez


Randy Lopez is a 20-year survivor of Stage IV colon cancer. He was diagnosed in 1998 at the age of 34.

We talked about the lasting impact that his diagnosis has had on him and how taking an integrative approach to his treatment, through the support of the Block Center for Integrative Cancer Treatment, helped him tremendously.

He shared the variety of advocacy work that he’s done, working with the Colorectal Cancer Alliance and presently, as a board member for the Colon Cancer Coalition.

As a marketing professional, Randy runs own marketing and branding agency, The JAKE Agency. He leveraged his branding talent in creating the iconic colon cancer awareness logo: 

 

 

 

Randy was featured on CNN’s Special Investigation: Saving Your Life hosted by Dr. Sanjay Gupta.

 

Links Mentioned in This Episode of WE Have Cancer

The Colon Cancer Coalition: https://coloncancercoalition.org/

The Colorectal Cancer Alliance: https://www.ccalliance.org/

Block Center | Integrative Cancer Treatment: http://blockmd.com/

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Honoring Her Husband’s Legacy With Nikki Moore of #LiveMoore

Nikki Moore

Honoring Her Husband’s Legacy With Nikki Moore of #LiveMoore

Matt and Nikki Moore met while they were in college. They fell in love and were married a short time later. In late 2015, while pregnant with their first child, Matt was diagnosed with Stage IV Colon Cancer at the age of 32. Before his death, Matt wanted to inspire people to live life to the fullest so he created Live Moore.

Links mentioned in this episode:

Livemooreco.com – https://www.livemooreco.com/

Matt’s Faces of Blue article – https://coloncancercoalition.org/2017/10/11/faces-blue-matt-moore/

 

 

 

Matt Talks about Live Moore in this video:

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Colon Cancer’s Tattooed Pinup Girl, Tara Principali

Tara Principali

Colon Cancer’s Tattooed Pinup, Tara Principali

Tara (pronounced Tar-uh) Principali was diagnosed with Stage 2 rectal cancer five years ago at the age of 30. Though she once lived an unhealthy lifestyle, weighing as much as 270 lbs., she dedicated herself to fitness and healthy eating prior to her diagnosis and lost 130 lbs. In addition to the rectal cancer diagnosis Tara also learned she had Lynch Syndrome.

After a partial colectomy and temporary ileostomy, Tara was considered in remission. She didn’t undergo any chemotherapy or radiation, since her cancer was caught early. Six months after her ileostomy and j-pouch surgery, Tara’s symptoms returned. She went back to her doctor who ran a series of tests and diagnosed her with Crohn’s Disease.

Tara now has a “new normal.” She eats a healthy diet and is a competitive bodybuilder.

Related Links

Tara’s story from On The Rise, produced by the Colon Club

Tara on Instagram

Lynch Syndrome

Ileostomy

J-Pouch

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Her Attitude and Spiritualness Helped Get Her Through Rectal Cancer

Kari Amarosso

My Attitude and Spiritualness Helped Get Me Through Rectal Cancer

Happy New Year! There is much to look forward to in 2018. In March, I celebrate my 7th “cancerversary.” This is probably why, being Stage IV, my oncologist called me an “outlier.” I’ll take that! Next month The Colon Cancer Podcast will celebrate its 3rd anniversary. Also, on February 8th – 10th I will be attending Podfest; one of the largest Podcasting Conferences in the world.

In March I will attend my first Call-on Congress with the wonderful folks from Fight CRC. In April, The Colon Cancer Challenge, along with Northwell Health, will host the Early Age Onset-Colorectal Cancer (EAO-CRC) Summit in New York City.

During this episode I interviewed Kari Amarosso. In 2009 she was diagnosed with Rectal Cancer. In May, Kari will celebrate her 9-year “cancerversary.” During our conversation, Kari talked about how her positive attitude and spiritualness helped her cope with her disease.

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Her Colorectal Cancer Symptoms Were Dismissed and She’s Happy To Be Alive

Sasha DeNisova

I learned of Sasha’s story through a Faces of Blue profile from The Colon Cancer Coalition. Here’s the article:

18 months, 78 weeks, 546 days, 13104 hours, 786240 minutes. I heard him, but I didn’t really hear him. I stared into his face trying to keep composure. Eighteen months with a good quality of life was all the doctor was offering me.  I went to speak, and my voice cracked. Tears poured down my cheeks.  Eighteen months was better than the status quo, but was it really enough time? His look was that of understanding, “A good quality of life for someone so young is very important,” he proceeded.  What was quality of life? The life I had before I was sick? The one with no physical limitations? 

“Young people have a really hard time coping with colostomy. Acceptance typically comes with age,” the doctor stared me down as tears rolled down my cheeks. Hard time doesn’t even describe it.  The first couple weeks I didn’t know how I was going to make it to the next day, let alone a week, a month, a year.  Was it really better now?  I was coping better, that’s for sure. “Given your diagnosis, the immediate goal is to give you quality of life with what little time you do have.” The lump in my throat was refusing to go away.  I had so much to say, yet nothing came out.  Time suddenly became the most important thing in the world.  Time wasn’t something I had.

As if the news of my short life wasn’t devastating enough, the doctor proceeded to ramble on monotonously “The surgeon found cancer cells on your uterine wall. I want you to prepare yourself that a full hysterectomy is a real possibility.” Here I was, worried about trying to preserve my eggs during chemotherapy, while the doctor talked about taking away the possibility of having children forever as if we were reviewing menu options for Sunday brunch. Until the cancer diagnosis, I didn’t really that think that I even wanted children. Focused on my career, I’ve always thought I’d have more time to make the decision that was right for me.  The loss was so real and profound.  I felt as though I was being robbed of something from the inside out.  My aunt looked over encouragingly, “It’s not like you need those parts anyway.” Excuse me? I don’t need those parts? I was screaming inside my head. What about a possibility of having my own family? One day reading a bedtime story to my son or daughter? I was getting ahead of myself.  Who was I kidding?  Eighteen months.  That was all that was on the table.

“I want you to understand that surgery might not be successful,” the doctor continued.  This wasn’t a shock.  The latest study on HIPEC (hyperthermic intraperitoneal chemotherapy) conducted in conjunction with researchers at the University at Buffalo, University of Michigan, Mount Sinai Hospital, and the University of Toronto showed the mortality rate between 8-11% with perioperative complication rate of 27–56%.  Furthermore, the 5 year overall survival rate for colorectal adenocarcinoma was just 38.2%.  One of three makes it, plain and simple. I realized in that moment how much I wanted to live.  The surgery was a chance, a chance to have a normal life. Reconnection at the time of HIPEC meant getting rid of the dreadful bag forever.  A glimmer of a normal life was worth the risk any day of the week. I so desperately wanted some semblance of my old life back, the one without pain, constant worry, nausea, and the bag. I wanted my old wardrobe back. I wanted to go swimming. I wanted to run the Tough Mudder, the Spartan, or even the Warrior Dash. I wanted the old me back, the one who wasn’t dying.

I couldn’t help but wonder what my life would have been like if the doctors would have caught this disease on time? With no family history of cancer, I was not a candidate for a colonoscopy until the age of 50.  My last physical, I passed with flying colors. My family physician went as far as to deem me the healthiest one of his patients. Little did he know of a tumor that had setup shop in my colon and was growing every day.  The what ifs, and the could have beens plague my mind every day.

I took a deep breath and tried to think back on my life.  It has been a good one! Surrounded by friends and family, armed with a great career, I was on top of the world up until that fateful day of April 11, 2017. It was a day like any other.  Having caught a bad case of E.coli in France two weeks prior I was still recovering.  I was not 100% and have not felt like myself since returning stateside.  That morning, I woke up to find a lot of blood in my stool and immediately called my family doctor.  His nurse advised to go to urgent care.  I knew blood could mean cancer, IBD, Crohn’s or any number of other maladies, none of them good.  Numerous blood tests to check for infection and parasites came back with nothing.  The urgent care doctor collected a stool sample and promptly referred me to a gastroenterologist the following morning.

The gastroenterologist was the crude sort who looked me up and down, saw a pale girl with tattoos and losing weight, and assumed that it had to be drugs. It never occurred to him that I, a successful professional, was truly sick. My tests were squeaky clean: no parasites, no Campylobacter, no Salmonella, no Shigella, no Vibrio, no Yersinia, no Shiga Toxin, no Norovirus, or Rotavirus. He scratched his head, gave me a quizzical look, gazed deeply into my eyes and told me: “You have all the symptoms of a chronic pot smoker, just admit that you are on drugs.”  I haven’t smoked pot a day in my life and did not condone drug use on any level.  His statement was offensive.  Furthermore, I was pretty sure I actually knew chronic pot smokers, and none of them exhibited my symptoms. He proceeded to tell me that a liquid diet will cure me and sent me home to wait for a sigmoidoscopy the following Friday.

The pains started sharp and debilitating. It felt as though someone was stabbing me in the stomach repeatedly.  The sigmoidoscopy showed nothing.  The gastroenterologist informed me that results of the biopsy will be mailed to me in about a week’s time or so and to keep not eating.  Outside of my blatant “drug use” there was nothing wrong me. When I protested informing the doctor that by the end of the following week would be almost two weeks since I’ve eaten, he laughed and told me: “If I could go three weeks without eating in college on a bet, you can last two weeks.”

By Monday, I was in so much pain I was not able to function. I haven’t slept since the previous Friday and found solace in calling the nurses’ line repeatedly to see if the results of the biopsy were in. By mid-day Tuesday a very annoyed nurse told me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me and to please stop calling. The gastroenterologist was kind enough to refer me to a colorectal surgeon to appease me but the first appointment wasn’t for another week and a half.  I didn’t know what to do.  Every minute I was getting worse and could no longer make it up and down the stairs of my house relying on my neighbor to let my dog out.

 

To my relief, the voice on the phone informed me that the surgeon could see me first thing Friday morning. The doctor’s face was cold and grim, “You are obviously very sick.  What I don’t understand is how you ended up in my office with no diagnosis.” For the next fifteen minutes he went over the possibilities of what could be wrong with me (none of them cancer) and promptly sent me in for a CT scan.  Not even twenty minutes after leaving the hospital, a worried voice on the other line advised me to return to the hospital since I needed to be admitted immediately.  I was informed that a large abscess about an inch higher than the reach of the sigmoidoscopy was found, and the doctors needed to insert a drainage tube. Diagnosis: infection brought on by E.coli due to diverticulitis. I was pretty sure that only the elderly actually got the disease, but who was I to argue?  Four days in the hospital later, I was released with a drainage tube which came out just two short weeks later.

Unfortunately, I was worse.  The pain was back and excruciating. I had mucosal discharge from the hole left by the drainage tube, and the stabbing pain in my abdomen was worse than ever.  I called the doctor who informed me that discomfort and discharge was normal, and that I should wait for my follow-up appointment. By the weekend I was so sick that I could not get up.  I called my parents for a lift to the ER since there was no way I could wait until Tuesday (my follow-up appointment).  The CT scan revealed the abscess was worse with a breach in the colon wall meaning stool was circulating through my system. Admitted once more, I was pumped full of antibiotics and pain killers. Nothing was working, I was getting worse by the hour. Almost a week later, the infectious disease doctor insisted that I needed surgery, and that we weren’t dealing with a simple infection. No one listened since my surgeon was out of town at a conference and his partner refused to perform the surgery.  He would later tell me that he wasn’t confident that I was going to pull through if he were to operate. It would be over a week until my surgery.  Days were filled with enemas that resulted in complete blockage and stool pouring out of the now gaping hole in the middle of my butt cheek left by the drainage tube.

I was groggy from the surgery. My body hurt everywhere. The overly chipper resident strolled into the room giving me the biggest smile, “High Five!” He reached out his hand. “Someone is still with us! No one thought you were going to pull through last night.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry. I died on that operating table, and by the sheer grace of God and the skilled hands of the surgeons I was still here.  My colon burst as they were prepping me for the surgery flooding my system and my bloodstream with stool and infection.  I went septic, then critical, then flat lined, as my surgeon was removing tumors, affected organs, and attempting to suck out the toxins killing me.  Against all odds, I pulled through. Not even the doctors expected me to make it.

I looked around the room and saw my dad curled up and sleeping in a chair in the corner. Then, I looked down at my stomach, it was red and swollen sporting a colostomy bag on the left hand side, a zipper of staples going from my groin to my bellybutton, and a drain full of bloody mucus. I took a deep breath.  I was grateful to be alive.  It wasn’t my time to go.  The surgery took twenty one cm of my colon, my appendix, part of my rectum, the tumor that burst (the abscess turned out to be a burst tumor), and another measuring 6.5 x 6 x 2.5 cm.

The pathology report came back exactly a week after my surgery. My surgeon woke me up at 11 p.m. and told me that the tumors were cancerous, and he was not sure that he got all the cancer. The tumor breached my colon and there was lymph node involvement. He face showed genuine concern.  He looked at me with fatherly care and told me that it wasn’t fair for someone so young to be so sick.  He was sending me to an oncologist at the University of Minnesota who specializes in HIPEC to give me a fighting chance since there was nothing more he could do for me.

I met with the hospital oncologist the day before being released from the hospital. I spent the last nine agonizing days waiting for my insides to start functioning and getting used to the new normal. A young woman, like myself, the oncologist looked at me with her big eyes full of pity.  She informed me that I had stage IIIb adenocarcinoma of the sigmoid colon meaning that the cancer has breached my colon, one lymph node was affected. She advised me that chemo was very effective at this stage, and that her recommendation was to start as soon as possible, four weeks post-surgery.  I wasn’t a candidate for radiation (a radiation specialist would later confirm this fact) due to location of the tumor. There was a good chance that radiation would liquefy my bladder, causing more harm than good.  The young doctor wanted me to know that there was a chance that chemo would leave me sterile (with radiation there is no chance of not becoming sterile, but with chemo there is a chance that your reproductive organs will still function post treatment).  She recommended Depo-Provera since it puts your reproductive organs into a state of sleep as the best chance to attempt to fight becoming sterile.  Furthermore, she referred me to a fertility clinic.

I called the fertility clinic the moment I was released from the hospital, hoping for medication to offset the effects of chemo, or at least an in person consultation. The woman on the phone informed me that my only option was freezing my eggs.  The cost was $10,000.  No consultation prior to the procedure was available and you needed to prepay to be seen. I would need to start the process on Friday that week because the procedure would not be possible once chemo started. I inquired if there were financing options, payments plan, anything that would enable me to pay the amount over a period of time. Unless I wanted to access my 401K plan taking the tax penalty, I didn’t have $10,000 laying around anywhere nor did I have enough if I emptied both my savings and my checking accounts. To my chagrin, no financing options were available. Furthermore, no help of any kind was available anywhere. The woman was sorry that I had cancer, but informed me that typically people save for years for the procedure and inquired on why I haven’t done the same. I wanted to scream!  I didn’t chose to get sick, and that it wasn’t fair that the choice to have children was being stolen from me by the disease. I would have gladly put the money aside if I had a magic 8-ball that could have shown me the future. I hung up the phone. I had 2 days to come up with $6400 (cost of walking through the door, the other $3600 was due at the end of two week period).  My financial advisor informed me that I would need at least 3 days to receive funds from my 401K plan. Furthermore, the 40% viability rate of frozen eggs didn’t inspire any confidence especially given the fact that percentage plummeted once you introduced fertilization. In the end, I chose to give up.  $10,000 wasn’t magically going to show up in mere 48 hours no matter how I looked at it.  Devastated, I decided to take my chances with Depo-Provera.  What choice did I have? At the end of the day, I had to admit to myself that I needed every penny I had as I stared down the pile of medical bills with more to come as I continue my fight. How many young women were in the same situation?  How many sat there and cried as their chance to have children was being stolen from them?

This is not the end of my story, but just the beginning. Tomorrow is a newer brighter day as the medical community continues to make daily advances. My time isn’t up just yet. I’m going to fight for another day, even if it is for 19 months, 82 weeks, 576 days, 13824 hours, or 929440 minutes because it is my time and I will not waste any more of it on being sick.  I will run my Tough Mudder, purchase my dream home, and just live.  Today, I refuse to let cancer define me and will continue to fight for others like me to get screened so they never are faced with their own eighteen months.

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