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Breast cancer lesson number 36: What really happens behind the doors of the ACU

On By Jackie ScullyIn Fertility2 Comments

A trip to the Assisted Conception Unit (or ACU) is like a game of musical chairs. One waiting room and three consulting rooms later, and you come out with a bit less blood, a lot less dignity, a bit more information, and a lot more reassurance that you are one step closer to making embryos.

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This morning, everyone wanted me – or my left arm that is. First, the nurse on blood-taking duty thought she might have a go. Thankfully a bit of gentle persuasion was all it took to encourage her that I might be best left for the anaethetist. Next, tucked away in the ‘procedures’ part of the unit waiting for said anaethetist, a second nurse (who was worried about keeping me waiting) said she’d like to have a go after having spied a juicy vein. Smiling as I dutifully extended my arm, it took two failed attempts before she admitted defeat and left me nursing a cup of tea and a biscuit.

It wasn’t long before my knight in soft blue scrubs arrived with a large syringe and an appetite for my left wrist. Eighteenth ‘sharp scratch’ of the week, and we’re there. I am proud to admit that I have still not cried in a blood test, even though my arm is starting to look like I’ve gone a few rounds in the boxing ring.

I never thought I’d say this, but the internal scan part was the easy – if not so dignified – bit (think probe, think jelly and that’s all you’re getting). After having injected myself with a combination of Cetrotide and Menopur for the last few days (balanced with a few Letrozole pills), the scan was to determine the size of my follicles and how well I am responding to the treatment. The good news is, that while my veins might be retreating under the stress of all this poking, by body is still playing ball. The follicles are growing well and, if my blood test results agree, I will be heading back for IV sedation on Monday (no doubt, at the same time I am supposed to be in oncology discussing toxic drugs and having a further blood test).

So what happens next? I wait for a call. If the call keeps me on track, I continue with my injections until Saturday, when I get to mix things up by introducing a ‘trigger’ injection called Ovitrelle and stopping the Cetrotide and Menopur. Ovitrelle is designed to stimulate the final maturation of the eggs. All being well, they will knock me out on Monday, extract what they need and then get to work in the laboratory. There is a suppository in the mix here, but the less said about that the better!

I must confess, it’s not the most romantic way of making babies. But, in what feels like a continuous race against time at the moment, it’s the best chance we have of being able to change nappies, clean up sick and join the banks of people having sleepless nights all over the Capital.

The stakes are high, but let’s just hope the chemo is kind, so we’ll never have to use our little embryos.

Breast cancer lesson number four: the time to have that awkward conversation is now!

On By Jackie ScullyIn Chemotherapy, Diagnosis and treatment planning, Fertility3 Comments

I love science. I still find it hard to understand exactly how planes stay in the air after take-off – and I have never really found a way of incorporating the periodic table into daily life – but, when it comes to the science of fertility, I am in awe.

The fertility question is an interesting one when you’ve been diagnosed with cancer. Talking about life after cancer, before you’ve even started the fight may seem strange. But, you know what, it wasn’t the possibility of dying that came into my mind when I first heard the news (the doctors have got that bit covered). It was the thought that the choice to have children may be taken away from us – before we even walk down the aisle. Having babies is all about the next chapter – after this rather unfortunate obstacle is but a distant memory. What is life about if it isn’t about hoping and dreaming – and making sure that next chapter is a chapter worth fighting for!

My advice to all women in the future who find themselves in this unenviable position is, just ask. After all, if you don’t ask… The last thing you want is to be sitting with a cannula in your arm being fed chemo drugs and knowing that those drugs might just be the ones to take your fertility away (and there’s no back-up plan). Having started my periods at the age of 10 (my primary school friends will remember me missing swimming lessons every two weeks for six months, which I put down to a strange-but-frequent illness), it would be a cruel twist of fate to have the hot flushes start at 32!

I promised my family that I wouldn’t do anything that would delay my treatment or risk my health. On surgery planning day (see lesson three), I explained (with a heavy heart) to the surgeon that I didn’t want to attend my assisted conception appointment if it meant that I would start out on a journey I wouldn’t be able to finish. At this point, the surgeon laughed and said: ‘Jackie, if you think we’re going to let you do anything that would risk your recovery, you’ve got another thing coming.’ That certainly told me who was boss!

The great news is, if you ask early on, and you are lucky enough to have time (I know this is unfortunately not an option for some women and other cancers), it can become just another part of your care pathway.

So, within days (thank you amazing NHS), I was sat next to anxious looking couples in the fertility clinic waiting to talk about freezing eggs and embryos (I’d already done plastic surgery and boob jobs in the same week, so why not?).

This is where the amazing science comes in. IVF involves exposing the body to high levels of oestrogen. The trouble is, my lovely lump quite likes oestrogen and is being fed by the stuff – the very thing my ovaries need. The solution? Pump my body with cancer drug Letrozole, which will try and protect the breast from the effects of oestrogen while stimulating the ovaries just enough to get those eggs going. In short, two weeks after surgery, two lots of drugs are going to have to have a scrap inside me! Let’s hope I don’t have to join in!

I came away from the fertility clinic truly humbled (and a little bit violated – but I won’t go there)! The biggest smile of my day, however, came from the pharmacist, who was confused as to why I was only being prescribed a small number of Letrozole pills. He was trying to be discreet in the waiting room and asked me to justify the prescription (as if I’m the doctor!). Having tried to skirt around the subject so as not to disturb other patients, I ended up saying: ‘Look, I’ve got cancer, I want babies, these drugs will let them pump me with hormones post surgery so I can try for babies, and then I can have chemo. Is that ok?’ I think I may have over-shared to both the pharmacist and the entire waiting room. After that, I think he would have prescribed anything just to stop me talking!

Of course, it takes two to make an embryo. What’s the last thing any man wants to hear a few weeks after proposing: ‘Um, would you donate some of your manhood towards the greater good?’ Just need to make sure he signs the consent forms now before the next appointment!