If you would like to stay up to date on news and updates about Emily as she kicks cancer please click the “Follow” button on the right hand side of the screen on the “News and Updates” page. Every time a new post goes up on the website you will receive an email with the posting. What a fun treat for your Inbox!!
Well, here we are – 8 years (and a few more wrinkles) later. On February 9, 2013, I was recovering in the ICU after surgery to remove my right lung, pleura, partial diaphragm and pericardial sac, and mediastinal lymph nodes. As drugged and in pain as I was, the moment Dr. Flores told me I was NED (No Evidence of Disease) – and the hope that it held for us – remains crystal clear.
Miles and I know how lucky we are to be here today. We often think of the friends we’ve lost along the way to this awful disease, and those we know who continue to battle. We hope like hell that someday – hopefully soon – the possibility of receiving a diagnosis like mine is something no person will have to go through. In the meantime, we remain committed to fighting for lung cancer awareness and funding, and to a better day for all of us who are affected by this disease.
Stay safe out there, everyone. I’ll be cuddled up inside with these two – the reasons I fought so hard so long ago.
Much love. Live in the moment.
Miles and I traveled to City of Hope last week for my annual cancer scans, filled with the usual scanxiety. This was amplified by the fact that Miles would not – for the first time in 8+ years – be able to join me inside due to COVID-19 protocols. He has not only attended every single appointment, but he comes into the actual MRI room, and sits in my direct line of sight at the bottom of the MRI tube, in case I get scared and need a reassuring look from him. He’s the one who drops me off at one door for my CT scan, and races down the hallway to what he’s figured out is the exit door, just to make sure he’s there when I’m done with the scan. He carries my bag, rubs my back, and nervously holds my hand. So yeah, the fact he wasn’t even allowed in the building was weird for us.
However, in respect and gratitude for these new COVID-19 protocols, I donned my mask, got my temperature check and wristband indicating I was cleared, and entered the building. Miles drove to an onsite parking lot to anxiously await my update texts and calls, chewing his nails, his legs jumping anxiously (I didn’t have to actually see this to know it was going on). I had my usual blood draw, popped over for a chest CT scan, then headed for my brain MRI. Except for the 3 extremely painful pic line attempts by the phlebotomist who couldn’t seem to find a vein (something I was actually grateful Miles wasn’t there for, as he’d have passed out by attempt number two), all went normally and surprisingly quickly.
I missed my main cheerleader, though, and when he swung the car around to pick me up, I collapsed across the center console into his arms. Being a patient can be a lonely job, and it’s times like this I remember how lucky I am to have his reassurances, his hand on my back, his reminders of why I’m fighting, and his love when blood draws go bad and I desperately need a hug.
This year was made further complicated by the fact that my amazing oncologist, Dr. Karen Reckamp, switched facilities. I am so happy for her at this awesome new position. But, Miles and I did have to admit that it put a bit of a wrench in our normal routine. We agonized for a few weeks over what to do: stay entirely at City of Hope for old times sake? Switch institutions with her? We opted for what we believe to be the best-case scenario: staying with City of Hope for testing and scans (the superstitions in us just couldn’t imagine doing these elsewhere), and keeping Dr. Reckamp as my oncologist (the thought of anyone else was unacceptable).
We felt good once the decision was made, but as my scan drew closer, new anxieties crept in: Would it be more difficult, now that my scans and doctor were in different places? Were we bucking an already-proven method, and would that somehow lead to some sort of issue? (superstition is a bitch – especially in the cancer world). And, most importantly, would we still be able to get same-day results? I’m not sure I can fully describe to you the amount of stress and anxiety involved in waiting for scan results. Waiting for the scans and tests themselves is bad enough, but the minute those are done begins the waiting and the worrying about what the tests will actually say. What they will mean for your future, your life, your family. All of it. Dr. Reckamp, her amazing PAs, and City of Hope have always gone above-and-beyond to make this wait as short as possible for us, saving us mountains of stress, and probably a few bottles of Xanax. We had no idea what to expect this year.
So, we waited. I texted Dr. Reckamp that morning to let her know Miles was wearing his trusty “Scan Day” outfit, something she gets a good chuckle from. And then Miles and I sat in bed, watching episode after episode of The Wire, mindlessly eating junk food, and blessedly distracted by photos and videos of our girls, who got to have a “vacation” at Grandma and Pop’s house while we just WAITED. Around 4:30 pm I (hopefully un-annoyingly) texted Dr. Reckamp a hail-mary, “Just wondering if you might have heard anything on the scans?”
Her response: “Brain and CT look clear. Sleep well tonight!”
My main cheerleader and I screamed and ran around the house, hugged and cried, and let the feeling of another cancer-free year wash over us. The waiting never gets easier. But the relief and hope…that gets better with each passing year.
Cheers to 7.5 years NED (No Evidence of Disease). Thank you all for your love and support.
Much love. Live in the moment.
About a month before every scan, Miles starts to get nervous. “Scanxiety” they call it. The pacing begins; then the hypervigilance over every little cough (“What was that? You feel ok??”). Then the seemingly random and incessant question: “You promise?”
This question began shortly after we returned home from my lung removal and radiation treatment in New York in 2013. It was like a nervous tick, a talisman of Miles’ internal anxiety. He’d ask “You promise?” and I would know instantly he was worrying. It became our shorthand for all the things we couldn’t possibly put into words – “You promise?” was a way for him to ask me the impossible, to beg me to confirm what we could never truly be certain of: “You promise you’ll be ok?”
I’d respond “I promise” – usually, on good days, I’d see relief wash over his face. The closer we got to scan day, the question popped up more frequently, with more urgency; my response with less potency. But Miles needed to hear me say “I promise” just as much as I needed to say it – to feel like this was something I could control, something I could confirm. Yes, I promise. I promise I’ll be here in a year. In 10. In 20. I promise we will get the life we’ve been dreaming of, the life we’ve been begging and clawing and suffering for. I promise this scan will be good and we will be able to breathe again. I promise.
We’ve been lucky. Extremely and inexplicably lucky. We are keenly aware of this; just in the past month, the lung cancer community has lost several members we’d come to consider friends. People we’ve looked to for hope, people we’ve shared our fears with, people who wanted to survive just as desperately, and who suffered just as badly for it as I did. Yet no amount of wishing or praying or “I promise” could save them from this awful disease, and my heart is broken for their families and loved ones. My heart is broken for them, for all their un-lived hopes and dreams.
The injustice is shattering. And I’ll admit that the fear and sadness I feel at their passing causes me to catch my breath, to acknowledge the weight I feel in my chest when I think about what could have been for me.
It is with this in mind that I woke up today, on my 7 year NEDiversary. Remembering my own fight, but also burdened by the injustice my friends have faced in the loss of theirs.
I am unimaginably grateful for my outcome. Seven years ago, fresh off a lung removal and radiation that made me miserably sick for months, this life was a pipe dream. The reality Miles and I are now living is beyond our wildest dreams. It is what I was wishing and hoping for every time I would squeeze his hand, look into his eyes and will to be true – “I promise.”
In the uncertain world of lung cancer, unfortunately none of us can truly make this promise. We have no idea if the treatments will be effective, the scans will be clear, the outcomes will be good. But I need that phrase, and the confidence and hope that it inspires in both myself and Miles. We need to believe that, by making that promise, it is true. That I am NED. That I will always be NED. That 20, 30, 50 years is a reality.
(We are sad to miss the SoCal 5k today supporting the Go2 Foundation for Lung Cancer – formerly Addario Lung Cancer Foundation and Lung Cancer Alliance – as Miles has the flu and we don’t want to risk infecting anyone. This is a foundation near and dear to my heart, and it is doing so much good for patients like me. Please consider donating HERE.)
Hello All ~ It’s been awhile! Turns out, 3-year-old twins keep you pretty busy!
This blog originated in 2012 as a vehicle for updating family and friends of my diagnosis and treatment. However, it soon morphed into a story of inspiration for other lung cancer patients. My journey was an arduous one, but I was beating nearly insurmountable odds, and this gave hope to both newly diagnosed patients and those undergoing debilitating treatments for this disease. Since receiving my stage 4 diagnosis, I have been in contact with many patients through this blog, and it has become part of my life’s purpose to help others with advice, contacts and emotional support.
I am enormously blessed to be here, to have Miles, my health, and now my girls. And I am constantly reminded of my good fortune as many friends continue to lose their lives to this disease. I mourn them and I mourn for their families. And, quite honestly, it has made me reluctant to post when my life has improved while others are struggling.
But then I remember what it was like to receive that devastating news seven year ago. How the first thing Miles did was look for stage 4 lung cancer survivor stories to inspire me…and how he came up empty. So it is important to express my gratitude and share my success. Yes, the lasting side effects from my treatments are significant, but I am here. With this blog, I want to share hope – hope for life after cancer, hope for NED, hope for — dare I say it? – a cure.
This past weekend I went to Chicago for Amgen to share my story for this video (also below) at the annual ASCO (American Society for Clinical Oncology) Conference.
At the event I was honored to share the stage with many amazing survivors and caregivers, as well as Christophe Bourdon, VP and GM of U.S. Oncology Business at Amgen. Christophe and I interviewed each other, and it was inspiring to hear how Amgen works to include the patient perspective in the work they do.
Enjoy the video (278,000 views!!); I am so happy with how it turned out. Hope & Maggie make a few appearances, and I might be biased, but I have to say: they nailed it 😉
As always, I want to give thanks to all of you who participated in my fight. Team EmBen continues to be the greatest support network a girl could ever ask for.
To all new patients who have been diagnosed and are reading this, I want you to know you are not alone. Feel free to contact me through the blog – I am always available to you.
Much love. Live in the moment.
“Hey Emily, there’s a guy here who says he knows you. His name is Ned? He says he wants to say hi, and that Miles would be totally cool with it?”
This is how my amazing Nurse Practitioner, Carrie Christiansen, broke the news that my latest scans show that I am officially 4 YEARS NED (No Evidence of Disease)!
Four years ago today, Dr. Flores performed the surgery that removed all visible cancer from my body. I just read the blog post from that day, and the comments of love and support from those of you around the country (and world!) brought tears to my eyes. I cannot express how overwhelmingly grateful I am to all of you, and to be in the position I am in today.
All patients deserve this feeling. All patients deserve to survive.
That’s why this Sunday, February 12th, I’ll be celebrating 4 years NED at the Addario Lung Cancer Foundation’s 5k event in San Dimas, CA. Come out to celebrate with me, and at the same time help raise funds so that more patients can find their NED.
Miles, Hope, Maggie and I will be in San Dimas at 9:30AM for registration, and the 5k starts at 10:30AM. Please come celebrate with us…If you can’t make it in person, consider making a donation (below) to further the ALCF’s amazing work for lung cancer patients.
Click HERE to register, then join my team, TEAM EMBEN & RICK (in honor of my recently lost dear friend, Rick Moeller).
Click HERE to donate to the cause of fighting lung cancer and supporting patients like me.
Hope to see you all there. Much love. Live in the moment.
I don’t want to be writing this post. I don’t want to be sitting here, wiping tears away with a nearby burp cloth, and mourning the loss of another friend, taken too soon by lung cancer.
I’m not sure I can put into words the bond I shared with Rick Moeller. He was like a father-figure, a friend, and a fellow fighter, all rolled into one. We were comrades on this journey, always encouraging, ever-positive. I believed with everything I had that we’d be there, together, paddling the waters of his beloved Florida Keys in kayaks, riding off into a lung-cancer-free sunset.
But my heart breaks today. Rick is gone, and I just can’t help but feel that this is so WRONG. How is it possible that so many healthy, wonderful, kind people like Rick are being taken from their loving families by lung cancer? Fathers. Mothers. Brothers and sisters, husbands and wives. So many of us are dying – how can we make it stop?
I don’t have the answers today – mainly, I just have tears and confusion. But I do have one thing we can do to help, and I would consider it a personal favor if you joined me in this fight:
Join my team, Team EmBen + Rick, for the San Dimas, CA Bonnie J. Addario Lung Cancer Foundation’s 5k event on Sunday, February 12, 2017.
If you can’t come in person, please donate. If you can be there, please join with me and my family on Team EmBen + Rick to show your solidarity against a disease that attacks without reason, takes without justice, and must be put to an end.
Thank you for your support. I know we all have so much going on – Thanksgiving next week, Christmas/Hanukkah shopping, the flu, school work, job stress – but please take an extra moment tonight to appreciate those most important things in life – those you love. And please – join me in this fight. (Click HERE to join our team – make sure to join an existing team, “Team EmBen + Rick” – or HERE to donate).
Tonight I’m sending a special hug and so much love to Karan, Dylan, and Chelsea Moeller.
Much love. Live in the moment. Stay Rick Strong.
I am honored to share with you our Cancer Today cover story!
Over a year ago, Senior Editor Marci Landsmann read my surrogacy blog post, and contacted me about telling our story. She wanted to focus on our quest for fertility throughout our cancer journey, and after a few interviews, said she’d be in touch for an update once our future children were born.
Shortly after Maggie and Hope arrived, Marci reached out again, and talking with her was like catching up with an old friend. I am extremely grateful for the candid, beautiful, poignant way she told our story. I’ll admit she made me cry…several times. This story will forever be cherished by our entire family, but it will also provide courage and hope to cancer patients as they struggle to realize dreams of their own families. Thank you, Marci.
Also a big shout-out to the photographer, Dawn Bowery. This lady is a rockstar. She and her assistant, Marion, made the shoot so fun, dealt with 2 squirmy three-month-olds, and managed to capture some gorgeous photos of our family. Thank you, Dawn.
I am continually amazed where this journey has taken us. Thank you to Cancer Today for making this moment possible!
xoxo – EmBen
Today is our Freeziversary! Four years ago, after undergoing fertility treatment while waiting to begin cancer treatment, I had the egg retrieval that led to the creation of our 9 embryos.
We were so fearful of what was ahead of us when it came to cancer – but so hopeful that those embryos would be waiting for us in better days. I’ve said it a million times: knowing we had our embryos was a beacon of hope during all the difficult days. They helped me push myself beyond what I ever thought I could endure.
I cannot believe the journey that has led us here, and I cannot believe how lucky we are to have our two amazing daughters, Hope and Maggie. There’s so much I could write about that’s happened since they were born on April 20, 2016, but I think I can sum it all up in one word: GRATEFUL.
Miles wrote this post a few days ago as he flew into Lexington. Now, we are sitting in the hospital, as Angela is being admitted (she had some abnormal bloodwork numbers yesterday, and they thought it best we come in). Since the girls are strong and healthy, if anything is off with Angela, it’s go time. We want to make sure our angel Angela is healthy as well!
“Write down where you see yourself in 10 years,” our professor instructed.
I was a sophomore in college. Even though I had no idea how I was going to pay for beer that weekend, I had no trouble quickly jotting down my answer.
Classmates were divided and asked to share their goals with one another. The first kid in my group confidently told us that he would be a partner at a Big 4 accounting firm. Next, my college roommate shared that in 10 years he would like to be a CEO of a Fortune 100 company. And then it was my turn, so I read my sheet. “I see myself as a dad of two kids.”
Clearly, I lacked the corporate drive my professor was probably intending with the exercise. But it was the truth. I’ve always known what I wanted to be: a Dad.
When EmBen and I started dating, having children was not a priority in her life. In retrospect, it was quite understandable. She was only 20 years old and focused on securing a job post graduation. Yet, it baffled me. How could there be anything more fulfilling than having a family? What else could you possibly want in life?
I learned in June of 2012 that what I wanted most in my life was to have a healthy Emily. Upon her diagnosis, my priorities were no longer fixated on whimsical visions of a future family, but solely focused on her immediate survival.
When EmBen informed me she wanted to save embryos, I was very apprehensive. I did not want to weaken her body before chemotherapy treatment. And most of all, I did not want to delay her cancer treatment. I remember coming to the realization that foregoing embryo preservation would mean we would most likely never have children. For me, it was an easy decision. Giving up on a lifelong dream was easy in comparison to the threat of losing your life partner.
However, like most disagreements, EmBen won, convincing me that undergoing fertility treatment would assist her emotionally in the fight against cancer. Our nine embryos were frozen in July of 2012, and remained so as she underwent her vast array of treatments.
Although EmBen always remained positive about children in our future, I was honestly doubtful. With surgery typically not an option for Stage IV lung cancer, it appeared that chronic, lifelong treatment would be our best-case scenario. Beyond that, clearance from doctors to have babies would most likely never come. Even after her surgery, I remained pessimistic, believing children would be too taxing and too damaging to her health. But like always, EmBen proved all doubts wrong.
In 2012 I remember writing, after the San Francisco Gala, that the ALCF (Bonnie J. Addario Lung Cancer Foundation) had provided us hope. There was a huge mountain in front of us to clear, but the ALCF had started us on the upward climb. We’ve been on the ascent for the past three years. And although the climb never stops with cancer, I can’t help but reflect that I am now on a plane descending into Kentucky to meet our two baby girls.
Thanks to EmBen’s courage, determination, and endless fight, I will be a dad. And although she’s all I need, she is giving me the gift of a lifetime.
The babies are almost here!
On March 30th, I flew to Kentucky to spend the final weeks of the pregnancy with Angela and her family. Miles drove me to the airport, and we confirmed his plans to join me when it appears the birth is imminent.
I’ve been in Lexington over a week, spending the first few days at Angela and Aaron’s home. My time has been filled playing games with their three sweet boys, and of course spending as much time as possible with Angela and the “bump.” Feeling the girls kicking and hiccuping and moving has been absolutely surreal.
My mom has come from Memphis, and we’ve settled into a nearby rental. The waiting game has begun! In the meantime, we’ve been making meals so Angela doesn’t need to cook, tagging along to preschool pick-ups and soccer games, and helping Angela get as much bed rest as possible by binge watching Gilmore Girls. Only 136 more episodes to go. Thanks, Netflix!
So far we’ve had several doctors appointments, and all news has been spectacular. The girls are developing well, and it looks like Angela will be able to carry them a few more weeks to put on the finishing touches.
I am not a person who gets overly stressed in difficult situations (see: me sleeping soundly every night since my diagnosis). But, I think somewhere, deep inside, I have been worried about these girls. I was worried early on we might lose one, or worse, both. I was scared they might have a genetic abnormality. I was terrified they’d come far too early, and our first few months would be NICU visits and constant fear.
But being here with Angela and seeing all she has sacrificed for us, and how well she’s been caring for herself and for these babies, just shows me that as far as she was concerned, I had no reason to be worried at all. On top of running her household, and caring for her three (active!) boys, I am in awe of the grace she shows in carrying our precious cargo. She never seems to tire, and she always has a smile on her face. She has treated this pregnancy with the same tenderness and love I know she gave to her own children, and that is a gift we can never repay. The gratitude Miles and I feel towards her knows no bounds, and we couldn’t have asked for a sweeter, more perfect person to share this experience with, and to bring our girls into the world.
Babies: Stay in there and bake those chubby little Buddha bellies as long as you possibly can. But know that I’m out here, just on the other side of Angela’s [amazingly-small-for-twins-and-incredibly-un-stretch-marked!] belly, feeling your beautiful movements, and just aching with excitement to see you.
Mommy loves you!!!