In this week's series Cancer - the cost of a life, Kiwi cancer patients have shared their stories of drastic measures they have taken in order to secure the treatments they need and Pharmac doesn't cover.
One reader, Rochell Adams of Blockhouse Bay, has shared her story of extensive research and travel to secure lifesaving treatments. The Herald has her permission to publish her story in her own words, which has been lightly edited for style and clarity:
"My battle with breast cancer has been ongoing now for almost seven years. It was St Patricks Day (17th March) 2009 when I received the devastating news that I had Infiltrating ductal invasive cancer, grade 2 ER/PR+ Her2- . As a 40-year-old, single mum to a beautiful 4-year old-boy, Kane, this seemed like a bad dream I was waiting to wake up from.
It was the result of a scratch from my cat that led to the diagnosis. At the time, I didn't think a lot about it until a couple of days later when I wondered why the area on my chest was still so tender. As a precaution, my GP sent me for an ultrasound and mammogram.
In just two weeks' time (on 31st March), I had a right mastectomy with reconstruction and removal of 12 lymph nodes, with two out of 12 positive [for cancer]. Then, two months later in May, I started a gruelling four rounds of chemotherapy which was completely debilitating and resulted in three hospitals stays due to neutropenia [a condition that leaves patients vulnerable to infection].
As a result, I suffered a further major setback in August 2009 when my body was not able to fight a post-surgery infection. When the implant actually ruptured the skin, I phoned my surgeon and he asked me to come in immediately to have it removed. The damage caused by this rupture meant I was unable to undergo the recommended radiotherapy.
Then, I waited a year to allow my body to heal before undergoing a TRAM reconstruction in October 2010. This procedure involves taking the abdominal muscle and part of your belly fat and skin to construct a breast. Whilst the majority of costs to this point were covered by my medical insurance, I had already spent approximately $15,000 of my own savings.
For the next three years, my health was affected by low immunity and I was monitored for any reoccurrence of cancer. Ironically, it was on Daffodil Day (30th August) 2013 that I was diagnosed with Stage 4 metastases in my pectoral muscle, bones, lungs, chest and lymph nodes. At this point my oncologist suggested radiotherapy, chemotherapy and hormone therapy. Having been given two to six months to live, my focus was on quality of life with my son, so I was reluctant to go through further gruelling treatment. However, when told that my neck could literally snap, I underwent radiation of the C1 and C5 vertebrates in my neck.
I was determined to find a therapy that would help build, rather than destroy, my immune system. Having researched numerous alternatives, I found an oncology clinic in Germany that specialises in monoclonal antibody therapy - in other words anything that ends in 'mab'! The catch was - and it's a big one - it would cost in the vicinity of NZ$90,000! It was only thanks to the incredible and humbling fundraising efforts of friends and family (as well as complete strangers via