One of the most agonizing decisions that a cancer patient faces involves the decision of whether or not to continue chemotherapy. In the first stages of treatment, ignorance is bliss; there has been no personal experience of the suffering caused by the chemotherapy drugs themselves, and the patient hopes for the best, that their side effects will be mild and tolerable. But as the treatments continue and the side effects escalate, the reality of the likelihood of increased future suffering begins to dawn.
I posed the question in an earlier post: How does the oncologist know when it’s time to stop chemo? My answer: when the patient screams,
“I can’t take this any more!”
Looking back, I can see that this could be viewed as a very facetious and shallow remark. In actuality, it is sadly on the mark, at least from our own experience.
At the point when my husband began to question whether he was willing to continue to suffer at his current level, or to face potentially greater suffering, he attempted to have a frank conversation with his oncologist about this. The oncologist’s response was,
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you when the risk/reward ratio gets out of whack.”
Those were his exact words. On the surface, such words might be reassuring to a trusting patient. But, lurking between the lines of this statement is the implication that the oncologist understands his patient’s definition of quality of life. For that to be the case, the oncologist would need to really know his patient as a unique individual.
Given John’s particular relationship with his oncologist, this statement was completely ludicrous. John’s biggest identity was as a surfer and a man of the ocean. He was very clear about this with all of his doctors, even to the point of bringing in a photo of himself on a 25 foot wave to make his point. Yet his oncologist’s single reference to this elemental aspect of his patient was “What do you call that thing that you do in the ocean?” An oncologist in Hawaii with a number of patients who are surfers who is unfamiliar with the word for surfing?? How much could that oncologist possibly know about my husband John’s bottom line on quality of life?
This oncologist’s assumption that he was capable of knowing when the chemo side effects had reached the point of unbearability was ludicrous from another point of view: it implied that he was aware of the his patient’s current side effects and was able to put them in perspective comparison with the side effects of other patients on the same chemo regimen. This is in the category of what the patient would really like to believe, but again, in John’s case, the reality was sadly different.
His oncologist perpetually seemed rather surprised by the symptoms John described, as though he had never heard of them before. I now know from reading many patients’ stories that many of John’s symptoms are quite common among other colon cancer patients receiving chemo– yet they were received by our oncologist as completely new bits of information (which, I might add, he seemed deem unworthy of even being entered into his notes).
If the oncologist is unaware of what his patient values in terms of quality of life, and if that oncologist is also paying very little attention to the side effects his patient is experiencing, then what is the likelihood that this oncologist can reasonably judge when the risk-reward ratio is “out of whack”?
The inescapable conclusion here is that this is a matter for the patient to decide; this is an intensely personal issue, the answer to which will be quite different for each patient. The excruciating part is that this is a decision that no patient feels really qualified to make. We want to give this decision over to someone we would like to view as more qualified– that person, by default, is our doctor. He’s the expert, or so we would like to believe. But the truth is that the oncologist may be an expert on chemo, but he is most definitely not an expert on his patient’s life.
Further confusing this decision is the general murkiness surrounding the efficacy of chemotherapy. In John’s case, we knew that the possibility of a cure was infinitesimal, if not impossible. So the hope was that it would prolong his life. This is the gigantic carrot that is mesmerizingly dangled before the cancer patient. But at what price is one’s life prolonged?
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