As a psychiatrist who has lymphoma, I have developed a deep understanding of the ways in which our training can help us help patients who find themselves forced to deal with the complicated emotional aspects that accompany various forms of cancer. I hope these insights will be useful to psychiatrists as they wrestle with the problems that plague their patients who are coping with cancer.
When it comes to cancer, I have been through a lot, and I have learned a lot. Here, I hope to pass on some of what I have learned to therapists who are either treating patients in whom cancer develops during their course of therapy or who find themselves having to deal with cancer in a significant other (Sidebar).
The chemotherapy experience
I have learned many things since I first heard those 3 dreaded words: “You have cancer.” It would take a book to discuss them all, so I will explore only 2 topics here . . . chemotherapy and people’s reaction to my having lymphoma.
All the “chemo” I received was given intravenously, so the first step was to find a relatively permanent route of access into my body. Fortunately, my veins are accessible and so a peripherally introduced central catheter—a “picc line”—was inserted. Finally, after 3 tries to insert the catheter, a radiograph showed that the tip of the line was perfectly placed right next to my heart where it stayed throughout my hospitalizations. At first, it was somewhat annoying because it had to be handled very carefully—both by the special staff, whose job it was to keep the exposed end sterile, and by me, who had to be very careful whenever I moved. However, as time went on, my connection to this little line became deep and meaningful as I became very attached to it—both literally and figuratively. I am prone to anthropomorphizing, and I soon began to imbue the little device with great affection.
This happened because right after it was inserted, bags full of different solutions started to arrive. My line started its 24-hour-a-day job. Of all the bags that were hung—and there were a lot—I remember most clearly the one that contained a substance so toxic that the nurses covered me with a plastic sheet and only handled the drug after they put on special gloves. There I was . . . receiving a solution too toxic for others to get near—and it was being delivered directly into me, next to my heart, so that it could be disseminated throughout my body as quickly and directly as possible!
This experience—and many others—engendered powerful emotions. But because no psychiatrist was working with me, I had no one with whom I could talk about what I was feeling. At the teaching hospital where I was admitted, a team of different docs ranging in status marched in twice a day. They asked how I was feeling and marched out. They were rounding and it was clear that their mission was not to sit and talk with me. The nurses were efficient and always made sure that they were giving the correct chemo to the right person, but they also were not interested in spending any time getting to know me or learning what was in my head.
I am fortunate to have a very supportive and loving family. My wife and 2 children came a relatively long way to visit me every day, but they were so upset to see me lying in bed with all the bags of liquids going into my body 24 hours a day that they were in no position to be able to deal with my feelings. I did not want to further burden them.
One day, when a clinical study organizer (a non-physician) came in to talk with me, I started to cry. When she saw this, I had the sense that she was ready to call for a psych consult and was considering putting me on a 5150 hold! I stopped crying.
If a psychiatrist had been visiting me regularly, I would have been more than eager to share my feelings—and I would have felt much better. But I quickly learned that on a “cancer ward,” feelings were not of much interest to anyone except the patient.
I did not finish the clinical trial in which I had been enrolled because the medications had too adverse an effect. I did not suffer from the horrible effects that I had feared so much, but my bone marrow could not take all the toxicity. I was discharged to my local hospital and referred to a local oncologist when I became significantly neutropenic and was therefore disqualified from the clinical trial.
At the local hospital the next day, I was fortunate to meet a compassionate oncologist who, although he did not know much about the psyche, was willing to spend time and get to know me. He learned that I cry easily, and he eventually didn’t freak out when I would suddenly start to tear up as we spoke. I told him that when I get sick, I have no desire to eat. Although I had lost 40 lb by this time, the doctor decided to stop pushing me to eat and, instead, used my good old picc line for parenteral feedings in between my ongoing chemotherapy. Once again, had a psychiatrist been working with me, I would have been much better off much more quickly.
I was discharged from the hospital after 2 weeks. At that point, I was so weak that I had to use a walker for quite a while just to get around without falling.
Now, 2 years later, I have gained my weight back (and then some). I have also regained most of my strength, except for some permanent nerve damage in my legs. I get fatigued a bit more than before, and I go for outpatient monitoring and chemotherapy every 2 months and a CT/PET scan every 6 months. I am still in remission. I don’t know what the future holds.
I did not save that little picc line that was so instrumental in saving my life. I should have kept it and framed it. I hope I won’t have to get another one.
My family and I become anxious every 2 months before my tests, but we just endure and hope. I am blessed with wonderful friends who care for me a great deal. But not one has ever said more to me about my disease than “Hi . . . how are you feeling? You look great.”
I am fully comfortable talking to my oncologist about my disease. If I felt the need, I would find a therapist with whom I could also talk. But, to be honest, I don’t think I could find one who could bear to hear what I might have to say—unless he or she was trained to work with cancer patients. For this reason, I strongly believe that there should be a psychiatric fellowship in oncology. If this existed, and if I knew someone who completed this course, I suspect I would go just to talk periodically to that person. My family and friends are wonderful people, but they really can’t handle the terror that is cancer.
Because of my experiences, I can now understand much better how cancer affects the psyche. I have a private patient who is caring for a relative with metastatic lung cancer, and I am now much more able to help him deal with caring for her. I have to be watchful that I am in control of my countertransference, but so far it has not been a problem.
There is no question in my mind that psychiatry has a vital role to play when it comes to helping patients with cancer. I can only hope that psychiatry will someday respond properly—both with psychotherapy and psychotropic medications.
Cancer is an alienating and existential experience. I know of no other common disease that immediately causes so much fear, anxiety, depression, confusion, and sense of impending disaster in a patient or his or her significant others as when they hear the word cancer for the first time.
When the diagnosis is first made, the medical world quickly becomes activated. If the patient is not careful, he soon finds himself in situations that could not have been imagined. Because of this, care must be taken to give the patient time to assimilate what has happened to him. The psychiatrist can be very helpful in facilitating this process.
By the time the diagnosis is clear, the patient has already been through a lot. The next phase is trying to figure out what the treatment options are, and which would be best for the patient. Here again, the psychiatrist can be very helpful in overseeing this delicate and difficult process.
The tendency is to act, and not to talk, and although quick action is certainly advisable, it must not take place until the patient has had a chance to express his feelings. The therapist can be essential to this process.
Many patients who have cancer are facing death. They feel isolated. The issues are so serious and frightening that the talking that usually does take place concerns the disease—not feelings. These discussions often take place between the patient and the oncologist. But this is generally not a satisfactory experience. Although good oncologists are very skilled at what they do, they often are not psychologically sophisticated. Consequently, the importance of the presence of a therapist who is not threatened or scared by cancer is all the more magnified.
A treatment team is usually involved in the care of patients with cancer. In my opinion, psychiatrists should always be part of this team, although this is seldom the case. One way to remedy this dearth is for psychiatric residency programs to develop an oncology clerkship. Residents could learn firsthand what the cancer patient and his loved ones are going through, while learning to deal with his own difficult and uncomfortable emotions that will arise during the course of a patient’s cancer treatment.
WHEN YOUR PATIENT HAS CANCER: A GUIDE FOR PSYCHIATRISTS
■ When a patient learns he or she has cancer, he will experience psychological symptoms—including anxiety, depression, and sleeping problems. Treat these symptoms aggressively with appropriate psychotropic medications—regardless of whether they meet DSM criteria. Never dismiss the patient’s symptoms as a “normal” response to having cancer. There is nothing normal about cancer. Do not believe the patient if he denies having any or all of these problems. Instead, drop the issue, study his defensive structure and, after the therapeutic alliance is well established, aggressively but gently pursue the discussion.
■ Alert your patient to the great need to find an oncologist he can trust, talk to comfortably, and with whom he can connect. At some point, the patient will need to depend on this person to save his life.
■ If your patient is receiving outpatient chemotherapy, tell him how important it is to choose a treatment facility that is physically appealing and staffed with helpful, upbeat, and friendly people. All this helps to boost morale. If your patient is hospitalized, visit him when appropriate. Cancer wards are grim places, and your visit will be appreciated.
■ Do your best to obtain a schedule of your patients’ upcoming cancer-related events and appointments. This will help you anticipate the patient’s anxieties as the various events approach.
■ Cancer also affects the lives of a patient’s significant others. Try to find a way to include them in your psychotherapeutic work when possible. This not only helps facilitate discussion about the disease but also alerts them of the need to accompany the patient to all appointments where information will be disseminated..
■ Whenever a cancer patient interfaces with an oncologist, his anxiety rises, which often blocks his ability to hear what is being said. Encourage the patient to write down the questions he needs to ask before the visit, and suggest that the person who accompanies him record the answers.