Michelle's Story
by Michelle Cadorette 

I’m 40 years old—a native of Massachusetts, now living in Manchester, New Hampshire. My high school years were spent at Marian High School (1987) in Framingham, MA, followed by a Bachelor of Arts degree with a concentration in English at St. Anselm College (1991) in Manchester. After earning a Master's Degree in American Studies at Boston College (1994), Manchester drew me back to begin my teaching career. I currently teach sophomore American Studies and Senior Seminar Classes at Bow High School in Bow, NH. I have organized field trips, participated on committees, mentored students, and coached track and field as well as cross country running teams. I enjoy walking, biking and water-skiing, reading, mowing the lawn, attending the theater, eating candy, traveling in the U.S. and abroad,and spending time with family and friends.

My journey as a cancer patient started in 1999 with a persistent mouth infection. Symptoms subsided and then returned. Seven months later, after treatment with several antibiotics, special diets, a tongue biopsy and thorough medical tests, my doctors remained stumped.

A referral brought me to Massachusetts General Hospital (MGH) where a chest x-ray showed tumors—on my lungs and on my heart. That was ten years ago; I was 30 years old.

The doctors performed thoracic surgery and removed not only the originally detected tumors, but countless other tiny tumors. Our hope was that they were all benign, but one week later the diagnosis was issued. I was suffering from an extremely rare form of cancer, already at stage 4A: Malignant Thymoma.

Treatment needed to begin immediately, so I underwent aggressive radiation therapy for 35 days, while also going through four three-day cycles of chemotherapy (about six to eight hours of treatment per day). I experienced all the usual side effects: nausea, physical fatigue, weakness, hair loss, pneumonia…I was away from school and students for a year and a half.

At the time of the diagnosis and treatments, I was teaching at Trinity High School in Manchester, New Hampshire. It would be impossible for me to explain the myriad ways in which the members of my school community showed their love and support.

I was put on a routine of CT Scans and PET Scans every six months and this continued without event for about four years. And then, in April of 2004, almost exactly four years after my first surgery, my regularly scheduled PET / CT scans showed “a little something”. This time, the “something” was on both lungs, not just the left.

Doctors said they wanted to keep a close eye on it, so I returned, concerned, to the hospital in July for more tests and then again in November. There was at this point no doubt that tumors had returned, and that they were growing. Dr. Fidias was consulted, as were Drs. Choi and Mathisen. Consensus indicated the need for immediate action. Two surgeries, a Left Thoracotomy and a Right Thoracotomy, were scheduled: the first at the beginning of January and the second eight weeks after that.

Cancer, Round Two had begun. I was 35 years old.

At this point I was teaching and coaching at Bow High School, in Bow, New Hampshire. Telling my colleagues and students was, again, one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. But, just as I had experienced when at Trinity High School, their support and love helped me better manage this difficult and frustrating experience.

Right after the beginning of the new year I left school for my surgery at MGH. Fortunately, the doctors felt confident that they had removed all of the malignant tissue and I was able to avoid another round of chemotherapy or radiation. I was able to focus all my energy on recovering, and I was able return to my classroom in the fall of 2005.

The reprieve lasted until August of 2006 when I noticed what I correctly identified as symptoms of Myasthenia Gravis, a condition sometimes associated with Thymoma. My self diagnosis was confirmed in November by doctors who assured me that the presence of Myasthenia did not necessarily mean that cancer had returned. Unfortunately, the following month we were all shocked when PET and CT Scans showed the appearance of a malignant tumor above my left kidney. This led, of course, to more consultations with doctors, and more conversations with family, friends, colleagues, and students. Cancer: Round Three.

I currently receive monthly deep muscle shots of the hormone octreotide to shrink the tumor and discourage the growth of new ones. When, after 5 months, ocreotide alone didn't achieve the expected results, 30 mg. of predisone daily was added to my course of treatment. Within a few months the size of the tumor had decreased considerably, thus allowing a reduction of the prednisone dosage. This regimen has also resulted in diminishing the effects of Myasthenia Gravis.

My team of physicians at MGH continues to impress me with their sensitivity, awareness and diligence, as they seek new and successful ways to treat my disease. I currently take 30 mg. of prednisone a day and have CT scans every three months to chart my progress.

Symptoms in the spring and throughout the summer of 2009 led to a diagnosis of Pure Red Cell Aplasia, a rare condition which is sometimes associated with thymoma. Taking a new medicine twice a day, making trips to MGH for blood work every week and for transfusions every other week, and meeting monthly with a hematologist are all part of the effort being made to address and diminish this condition.

Cancer has introduced me to an amazing network of healthcare professionals who are as compassionate as they are medically and intellectually gifted. It has allowed me to experience suffering so that I can better understand and empathize with the suffering of others. It has encouraged me to put things into perspective, to live more frequently by the tired but true adage, “life is too short.” It is too short to complain, too short to be impatient, too short to worry, too short to miss opportunities to experience and enjoy. It’s also let me show my students that a diagnosis of cancer does not have to be limiting. Though this journey certainly hasn’t been one I chose, it has been a gift to my family and to me.