Hello all, I am new to this forum, but would like to post my experience for all that may be going through something similar. In early Sept 2006, I found out that I was about 4 weeks pregnant. I went to my OB for a 6 weeks sonogram, etc, and at that time he drew blood for a basic CBC. My results came back with my wbc elevated to about 130,000. By the time I was contacted by my OB, I was around 10 weeks pregnant. He referred me to a specialist, who fit me in that day... it just happened to be a Friday at 4PM. After going through my entire family history, he gave me a preliminary diagnosis of CML. The weekend that followed was the worst for me, my mother, my fiance, and my closest friend. We all cried and researched and tried to figure out what this could be and where it may have come from. It took about a week to get a confirmed diagnosis after the bone marrow biopsy and aspiration. The oncologist told us it was definitely CML and our only option was to terminate the pregnancy immediately and begin treatment with Gleevec. None of us were happy with this choice, as there were no children or grandchildren in our family at that time.
We decided to get a second opinion, which I suggest to everyone recently diagnosed with a life threatening disease. I am so happy we did, because the second oncologist (who is still my oncologist) reassured us all that it would be possible to carry the child to term. After extensive research and multiple conversations with my OB, a high risk OB, and my oncologist, we decided to go ahead with the pregnancy and treat my CML with interferon alfa 2a. It is believed that interferon does not cross the placenta, and if it does, it is a chemical that the body naturally produces so it should not be harmful to the fetus. It is considered to be a category c drug during pregnancy, which just means there is no information showing that it can harm the fetus, but there is nothing to prove that it won't cause harm. Although interferon was harder on my body throughout the pregnancy, it is considered at this time to be safer for the fetus than gleevec.
I started giving myself daily injections of interferon at about 12-13 weeks, and I continued until my 37th week when I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy little girl. My blood was monitored weekly, I saw my oncologist every other week, and eventually I saw one of my high-risk doctors every week. I felt pretty horrible most of the time that I was pregnant... interferon is know to make its users feel under the weather. I was pretty anemic, had to take a million pills a day on top of the shots, and could not pull myself out of bed somedays... but it was worth it. My daughter was a little premature, but that had nothing to do with my CML. When she was born, she weighed 5.6 lbs, and she and I were able to go home together after two days in the hospital.
She is 3 months old now and still has a perfect bill of health. I am doing much better also. Interferon never completely brought my wbc down to normal. My high was about 195,000 and my low was about 60,000. I had to get 3 blood transfusions throughout the pregnancy because of low platelets and low hemoglobin. Somehow I managed to continue working on my Master's degree, but hardly at the rate I would have if I had been healthy. After 3 months on gleevec, my counts are normal and my last FISH test was at about 30%. I'm getting close to remission!
I am so thankful that I became pregnant when I did, that I found so many wonderful doctors to help me through this rough time, and that I have such a supportive family. My oncologist, Dr. Westervelt in Saint Louis, Missouri, is such a great doctor. He always has a smile on his face when he walks in the room (which is very important when going through something so tramatic)... he always takes as much time as is needed to explain things to me... he even came to my hospital room to see me and my daughter when she was born. My mother and my best friend called me practically everyday just to check in on me. My fiance took care of me when I had no strength in my body... he would pick me up and help me to bed when I felt too weak... bring me food every morning before he went to work... and rub my legs and my back when I was in pain. And my daughter, well, she saved my life. If I had not become pregnant, then I may not have found out about my condition until it reached the acute or blast phase. She's my little angel.
I hope that my experience can help someone who may be going through something similar, and I am always open for anyone who may need information or advice.
Debra