Nik Jiruska: Ewing’s Sarcoma Survivor.

July is sarcoma awareness month so I’ve invited others affected by sarcoma to guest blog throughout the month. Today’s blog comes from Nik Jiruska, a young man who battled Ewing’s sarcoma. Enjoy.

My name is Nikolas Jiruska and I recently finished receiving chemotherapy treatments to fight a rare form of bone cancer called Ewing’s Sarcoma. This disease primarily affects children and adolescents, but I was diagnosed at the age of 20. It was a long journey, and I am fortunate enough to be able to say that I am now back at The University of Iowa nine months later and enjoying life more than ever. Now, let’s go back to April 2013 where my journey began.

I started feeling pain in my left hip towards the end of April. It was a fairly mild pain and it would come and go every so often. I thought it might have been a pulled muscle or a pinched nerve. This persisted for a few weeks before the pain started to get worse. Fortunately, the intense pain waited until I was done with my final exams for the spring 2013 semester. I went to the emergency room at St. Luke’s Hospital in Cedar Rapids the first time the pain in my leg became unbearable. It started in my hip and would send deep, pulsing pain down my entire leg. They drew blood and took X-rays of my back and hip, but were not able to draw any conclusions from this work. I received some pain medicine and was told to keep monitoring my leg.

The pain continued to grow worse and worse from then and I went to the emergency room two more times before I finally received an MRI. The ER doctor who was tending to me knew immediately that I had cancer after looking at the results of the MRI. This was the last thing I ever expected to hear, especially at age 20. The doctor arranged for me to go to The University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics immediately. My parents, girlfriend, and I left St. Luke’s and went straight to Iowa City in the middle of the night.

After a few days of various tests, I was officially diagnosed with Ewing’s Sarcoma on June 4^th, which also happens to be my mother’s birthday (happy birthday, right?). Although we had the official diagnosis, there was still a lot to do to find out if the cancer had spread anywhere else. After the initial blow from this horrifying diagnosis, we only received good news from then on. All of the tests revealed that the cancer was localized in my hip and had not spread to the brain, lungs, or bone marrow, which are three locations that this could likely spread to.

At this point, I started my chemotherapy treatments and talked with my oncologist, Dr. Mohammed Milhem (just “Mo” for every one who knows him), to get an idea of what the next few months would entail. I would receive chemotherapy treatments every two weeks, alternating between two and five-day treatments. I would have five rounds of chemotherapy and then have more scans to see how it reacted to the treatment. Shortly after, Dr. Benjamin Miller would perform surgery to remove the tumor. We thought I would have to receive a hip replacement, but there was a chance I could also have a bone allograft surgery depending on how the tumor reacted to the treatment. After the surgery, I would go on to receive nine more rounds of chemotherapy for 18 weeks.

It took me a few rounds of chemotherapy before I started to feel the effects. One of the effects that was the most difficult for me to grapple with was losing my hair. It was sort of my trademark and was a big adjustment in my life. However, a small price to pay, considering it would grow back eventually. Some of the other side effects I felt throughout my treatments were lightheadedness, fatigue, and nausea.

The first five treatments flew by much faster than I had anticipated, and all of the sudden it was August. I had my scans and my cancer had reacted very well to the chemotherapy treatments, shrinking the tumor a lot. Dr. Miller determined that I would be able to have the bone allograft surgery. There is a longer recovery time with this route, but long-term, it would be better for my leg in terms of returning to normal functionality. Dr. Miller and his team performed a successful surgery to remove my tumor on August 21^st. He determined that 95% of the tumor was dead and had been removed with clean margins. This was a big step out of the way, and everything was downhill after that.

Perhaps it is only at this point in time that I can say that it was downhill after surgery. At the time, life was very difficult. I was not able to put weight on my left leg for three months because my bone had to heal around the graft, and when you are dealing with healing bone, everyone knows this is a very slow process. This lack of mobility along with starting my final nine rounds of chemotherapy made my choice to withdraw from school for the fall 2013 semester pretty easy.

I do not know how I would have made it through those three months without my parents and girlfriend. They went out of their way to do things for me much more than they needed to. I am so grateful for them and what they did for me during this time, and during my whole fight. I primarily spent this time going back and forth between my apartment in Iowa City and my parents’ houses in Cedar Rapids, when I was not at UIHC for treatments. This was an uneventful time, to say the least. My days were filled with watching movies, Netflix, and playing videogames. It was the lazy time you fantasize about when you are living a normal, busy life, but believe me when I say this lifestyle gets old very fast.

After beating five video games and watching countless movies and TV shows, my three-month appointment with Dr. Miller arrived on November 14^th and he gave me the OK to start bearing weight on my left leg. Goodbye, walker and crutches. I started practicing to walk immediately when I got back to my apartment after that appointment. It was an awkward and exciting feeling. I had, and still have, an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness that I have the opportunity to walk, because not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to keep their limb when they are diagnosed with Ewing’s Sarcoma.

At this point, life was getting pretty good. I was walking again and only had four more chemotherapy treatments to go. However, my last few treatments were delayed because I was really feeling the negative effects of the chemotherapy and I was not meeting the required blood counts to be able to start the next round of treatment. I had to receive a handful of blood transfusions during this time to help meet the blood count requirements. Thinking about it now, these setbacks were not a big deal at all compared to what can happen when receiving chemotherapy treatments. At the time, though, it seemed awful because I was so anxious to finish and get on with my life.

Finally, January 3^rd came around and it was time to go in for my final chemotherapy treatment. Unfortunately, this had to be a five-day treatment. The longest five days of my entire life, I think. My girlfriend stayed with me every night in the hospital, as she did during my treatments in the summer months, which made everything a lot more bearable because she is a very comforting person to be around. The wonderful nurses of 4JPE in UIHC presented me a beautiful cookie cake to congratulate me on my final day. I then returned to Cedar Rapids for a couple of weeks of rest, relaxation, and relief before I would return to school. I returned to UIHC three weeks after I completed chemotherapy for a bone scan and CT scan to make sure I was clean. Sure enough, the scans were clear. We were all optimistic that this would be the case, and it was truly a wonderful feeling. Time to get back to life.

I am sitting here writing this now and I do not feel bitter about having to have endured this experience at all. I have only to be thankful that I survived it. Also, as odd as it may sound, I am sort of thankful that I went through this experience because I learned a lot about myself during this time and it strengthened my relationships with those closest to me. I want to conclude my story by saying that you should never overlook any pain or odd feeling you may experience in your body. I did not do this and the early detection of my cancer may have saved my life. I also want to give thanks to my wonderful caregivers throughout this journey, including Mo, Dr. Miller, my parents, my girlfriend, and the nurses of 4JPE, 4JPW, and 2RCW.

-Nik Jiurska

Nik’s girlfriend made a surprise video for him at the completion of his chemotherapy. She got many of Nik’s friends and family involved in this video, including a celebrity or two. Watch the story from KGAN News Channel 2 and then watch the video from his girlfriend here.

 

Interception

The little interactions with my patients are the highlights of my clinic. They help me in knowing them as people, understanding the pattern of disease globally and managing the side-effects that they could face. More importantly it is getting to know how they view their disease. Many of the therapies that we as oncologists give are as toxic and cause symptoms that can mimic the cancer coming back. It is hard to separate sometimes what is the cause of the complaint that people present with, is it the cancer, or the chemo? It takes time, a skill and patience. Providing the right atmosphere for the patient to talk is crucial for them to share freely their complaints. Providing a supportive and encouraging state, makes it raw and uncut but always honest.

Today one of my patients inferred that his disease was not responding to the chemotherapy that I was giving him. I listened, and let him narrate what he was feeling. He was feeling weak and had lost weight. I asked him some questions and he began to describe his symptoms. He described a high and low, like being on a roller coaster.  What appeared to me was a difference in the interpretation of his perception of what might be happening. I guided and steered him away from making assumptions, allowing him to tell me exactly what he was feeling. We juxtaposed his perceptions with what we both knew objectively and we worked together to a common ground where things were clearer.

I intercepted. I gave him my opinion that I felt what he was describing seemed more like the symptoms I would expect from his chemotherapy. I watched his face change expression. A relief came over him. “I trust you” he said “So you think I should keep going with the therapy?” Nothing had changed, it’s important to do the evaluation of the disease at the right time to make the correct deduction on whether the therapy was truly helping him. I stood by my recommendation, explaining carefully that it is hard sometimes to separate chemotherapy toxicity from cancer symptoms. His faith in the therapy seemed renewed and I said “it’s best not to cross the bridge before getting to it first”.

Mo

 

 

 

Inconvenience

Last night it seems one of the pipes connecting our water heater froze in our home. What an inconvenience! Stranded I was unable to go to work this morning. Commitments needed to be canceled, meetings moved and rescheduled, I disappointed many but this is important, we have no water in the house and I needed to stay home and wait for someone who understands pipes to come and tell me what is going on. I needed a specialist who could help me evaluate and manage my problem. But I had to change my plans and my day is not going as I had wanted it to.

When my patients are on chemotherapy (chemo), they are at the mercy of the cancer, the side-effects, their blood counts and the specialist. What I am feeling now is an understatement to how it must feel for them to be stranded with a situation that they have no control over. My patients make plans and have lives outside of their cancer that they really do not want to interrupt to be hospitalized and receive chemo. When they come all prepared to be admitted for their chemo, sometimes they do not get what they want. I have many a times delayed a chemo regimen and offset plans that they had. I see how frustrated they become and hear them say “but this means I am going to miss the wedding now”.  This is an aspect of my job I do not enjoy. Most patients receiving chemo are healthy and live active lives in between cycles, and I have stressed that they don’t let the cancer rule their lives, and that they should plan and we will work around their plans. That is easier said than done. Cancer interferes, ruining moments and events and it does not have a schedule.

In delivering chemotherapy to a patient an oncologist will try to stay on track but what patients don’t know is we sometimes have “wiggle room” as I like to call it. We can add a day or subtract a day to get things to accommodate some plans that my patients have. So when they come back for an unanticipated admission or are delayed for things beyond their control I do enjoy giving back “wiggling” their plans back into their lives. The plumber said he would be here at 9am but showed up at 10:30am. The weather is bad today, the roads slick, and cars in ditches, but he came through. He has taken up half my day, but he came, and now the hot water is back. I do strive to ensure that all my patients driving through their bad storms get to where they need to in the end. While the outcome can be as bright as simply fixing a problem to help a patient reach a goal that they wanted – it does make for a better day.

Mo

Holiday.

What does that word mean to me? My patients battle daily with cancer and the therapies I impose on them. Coming in for their chemotherapy; tolerating the side-effects. They grow weaker and more tired as the cycles trudge on. It’s like doing 100 miles on a bicycle ride. The first 25 miles has me saying “I can do this”, the last 25 miles I am screaming “when will this end?” That is the closest I can come to imagining what they are possibly going through.

I watched today as I told my patient “let’s take a break, a holiday; a chemotherapy holiday”.

He looked at me and said “really?”

It is always fun for me to break this type of news. It’s when I get to really say “yes, you’re done with the therapy and your tumors are stable and not growing, I do not see a reason to push this treatment any further. Take a break”. I smile ecstatic, “stay away from Mo” (that brings a laugh). “Let me see you back in 8-12 weeks”.

“Wow that long huh?” This is usually followed by a sigh of relief, and I sometimes see a small “Mo are you sure?” or the even better look  “3 months away from you, I think I will miss you.”

It tickles me to send them off. They need this break. It’s what they fought for. They go back to life; to their days, it’s a road to recovery. Like the changing seasons. On therapy, it’s like autumn becomes winter, and off therapy it’s like winter wakes up to spring. I bet you cannot guess what I look forward to the most. Go on… guess?

There is a joyous moment in my heart in meeting my patients 3 months after they are done with their chemo, and it truly is that I forgot what they looked like with hair.

Mo