Off we went to Medical Oncology today and the news is not great. Our
specialist was delighted to find I am still feeling so well, have no pain, and am
enjoying such an active life. The bone scan a few weeks ago showed, he reckoned,
nothing very significant.
But an extra PSA test I organised
for myself yesterday showed a 25%
increase in only five weeks since scoring an unexpected 50. So after a year of stable PSA around 25 –
28, in just three months I have got to 60. The disease may not be showing
itself in pain or disability but it is clearly becoming much more active.
We will continue with the quarterly Zoladex as the primary agent to reduce testosterone on which the cancer feeds. Now, Simon summed up our future options as:
1. Chemotherapy - to treat my whole system with cancer-reducing medications
2. Abiraterone - to restrict even more the production of testosterone,
or possibly
or possibly
3. Some targeted radiation therapy to tackle identifiable cancer growths.
We agreed there was also:
4. Do Nothing.
At the end of the day, any decision would be mine.
Bev and I left with four pages of information on Abiraterone — nothing new in
there to anyone who’s done his research— and a plan to have a CT scan in a
month and another discussion after that has come through.
So we have plenty to think about. Up to now I have been resolved that
the substantial cost of Abiraterone – even if met by a generous public health
system – does not justify an extra three months’ life-expectancy.
How do I quantify
another year or two of reasonably active life and an extra three months at the
end against what $100,000 could do for other younger people in the health
system with other less expensive needs... For someone of my age and convictions, that is a moral and ethical
problem. The system seems to say it can afford to make the offer to about 1000 men a year and invites me to be one of them.
Does that make it right?
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