Blood Cancers

November 24, 2009

Medical school keeps expanding my horizons.  I thought “leukemia” and “lymphoma” were two separate and complete diagnoses.  I was wrong of course.  If there is one thing I’ll take away from Hematology/ Oncology or “Heme/ Onc,” it is that there are more than 30 different types of these cancers, lymphomas and leukemias overlap, and there are many more types of chemotherapy drugs than cancers (and there are even more drugs to combat the side-effects of the chemotherapy drugs).

One of my cousins had lymphoma in 2008, and I now wish I had asked what type of lymphoma she had and which drugs she took.  In any case, my final exam (75% about blood cancers and treatments, and 25% about blood disorders such as bleeding diseases) is coming up, so naturally this is the main thing on my mind right now.

Throughout my time in medical school, my husband generously agrees to flip through my note-cards to help me study.  Recently I’ve noticed these study dates require deciphering of my own abbreviations, and subsequently long explanations.  No wonder he’s starting to get bored out of his mind.

A sample dialogue as my husband reads my notecards:

Him: “Doxo-roob-eye-sin and Dawn-o-roob-eye-sin.  It says M-O-A and S-E.”

I answer: “Ok, Doxorubicin and Daunorubicin.  MOA is Mechanism of Action.  Those are alkylating agents, a type of chemo.  They basically lock the DNA in place so it can’t replicate, and it works during all the cell cycles.  They also inhibit topoisomerase 2.  Daunorubicin is better for liquid tumors and doxo is better for solids.  You know how I remember that?  Because Dawn is a liquid soap!  Let’s see…the side effects are reduced bone marrow, and color-changing urine.  Oh!  And they are cardiotoxic… I HAVE to remember that!   Ok, I think that’s all I need to know.  Anything else on there?”

My husband: “Yeah, it says ‘intercalcalate DNA’ and ‘S-E down arrow cytopenias, alopecia and vein leakage.”

Me: “Ok, well ‘intercalcalating DNA’ is basically what I said before- it’s locking the DNA together, and cytopenias- that’s what I meant by ‘lowered  bone marrow.’  Alopecia/ baldness, and vein leakage- alright.”

My husband: “Myelo-proliferative disorders- Chronic Myeloid disorders.  CML, CNL, CEL, PV, ET, PM.”

Me: “Those are all chronic blood cancers.  That means the cancer cells are mature, and all those letters stand for different types.  CML is neutrophils, CNL is also neutrophils, CEL is eosinophils, PV is red blood cells (that’s not really intuitive), ET is platelets, and PM is cartilage- that one is pretty weird because cartilage isn’t really a blood cell in my book.  If I had to pick one of those for us to have, I would pick ET, and the worst one is PM-primary myelofibrosis because basically we’d die pretty quickly.”

*Horrified look on my husbands face*  ”Ok, that’s more than what you had on the card.  You mean all those things are in blood?”

Me: “Oh yeah, there is tons of stuff in blood.  Red blood cells, immune cells, clotting factors.”

At this point we get into a conversation about blood products, and my husband would like to know why they can’t just make sprays of clotting factors that you could use when you had a big cut.  Interesting idea, but I don’t think it would work.  Why not?  Another long explanation.

Anyways, you can see how this memorization starts to feel kind of boring for my husband after you repeat it for fifty cards.  By the time we get towards the end, he yawns and sighs and is so thrilled to hand the stack back to me.  I see that my horizons are expanding beyond the normal realm of knowledge, and definitely off into another planet with its own language (medical terminology), abbreviations (SE is side effects naturally, and BM is bone marrow or bowel movement depending on the context), and its own values of what is fascinating (like the details of the clotting cascade and different types of blood cancers).

 


Mussorgsky and Medical School

November 13, 2009

Usually weeknights are reserved for studying, but this week it was Veterans Day and I was enticed by an evening invitation to hear Mussorgsky’s “Pictures at an Exhibition.”  As I closed my eyes and let the music take me on a journey, I envisioned medical school being the pictures that I was traveling through.  I love classical music!

The heavy chords of exams and frightening responsibilities, the somber moments of unbalanced life, and the few lighter moments shining amidst it all, with incredible beauty that can only exist when it is surrounded by hardness.

Although much of the music is minor with many heavy tones, I prefer this kind of winding and surprising tune to any other music. The complex vignettes were strung together by a common march that transitioned, like me as I become a doctor.  I felt for a moment that I had perfect understanding of why I am in medical school.

The more I’m introduced to this vocation, the more I realize that- like everything else- it’s not perfect.  Whether it’s the archaic record systems, the racism and sexism that are invisibly (and even visibly) rampant, the fact that money drives decisions and behaviors, power and ego are corruptible, and the unavoidable harm- sometimes it leaves me torn about how I can live with it all and still be the doctor I want to be.

Listening to Mussorgsky made me feel that it’s not only possible, but it can be overall quite beautiful too.  Now, if I only had weeks like this more often.


The Microbe Galaxy

November 3, 2009

Do you know that feeling you get when you look into the sky?  You see the stars, and comprehend that you are a tiny speck on planet earth, which is a tiny dot in a galaxy that surrounds you with zillions more stars!  In one moment the breadth of the universe explodes inside you, and you become part of something incomprehensibly large.

In microbiology, it was a similar feeling except backwards.  I had to swab my throat, my nostrils and my butt, and touch each bacteria-laced cotton swab to a plate.  Then, with a metal wire as thin as my hair, I touched the spot and rubbed it over the whole dish.

After a few days we got our plates back, and they had become odorously filled with spotted colonies.  At first, like the night sky, they all seemed like similar dots, but looking closer revealed rich diversity like smooth versus spotty, and creamy white versus opaque.

Again, I touched my sterile hair-wire to the colonies and placed a single stroke onto new plates.  When these colonies grew, I made slides and stained them.  For each slide, again I touched this thin wire to one tiny place on the plate and then rubbed it on a glass slide.

When I focused my first slide on the microscope at 100x, I was stunned to see thousands of bacteria! The purple dots were connected in perfect lines, tangled together like a mess of Christmas lights.

If this is what one little hair could pick up, I started to think about the space in between my teeth, my throat, my body, and every surface I touch throughout the day.  No wonder people become obsessive compulsive.

 

The bacteria go on and on and on… not to mention the viruses or the tiny parasites that can crawl into our skin, sleep in our beds, and live in our blood!  I thought of the silly story I heard in middle school about how many spider legs we inhale every day, or are in a candy bar (and now how many bacteria are living on a single spider’s leg).

No matter how often we wash our hands, we are the night sky filled with microbes.  And if we count cells, we are more bacteria than human.  Being able to see my own bacteria made them real creatures, and suddenly my daily life is filled with company that I didn’t imagine before.  I find myself washing things more, and unable to eat party food.

A doctor friend said she understood my fears about party food “…not to mention sushis, sashimis, oysters on shells, nice rare steak, eggs sunny side up,…. yup, we’ve all been there .”  I’m sure I’ll get over the extremes of not wanting to eat any party food, but I think I might never get over my desire to look at the microbe galaxy from time to time.

As some of my classmates were complaining about our “boring” lab, I was secretly plotting to take swabs from other parts of my body… or my kitchen sponge, and even my friend’s rash and my husband’s infected eye! Well, I didn’t do it (yet)… but if I had a gram stain kit and a microscope, I would be entertained for hours.  Just as I enjoy gaping at the night sky every once in a while, I think I’d like to stare into a microscope regularly and remind myself of all the little things out there.

 


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