Sarcoma Story: Jean St. Pierre

Type: Epitheliod Sarcoma
Cancer Free: Fourteen Years

Jean-St-PierreMy name is Jean St. Pierre. I was diagnosed with a Sarcoma called Epitheliod Sarcoma in September 1995. It all started when I developed a lump on my right hand in 1987. I went to a physician who thought it was like a ganglion cyst. He took a syringe and tried to remove the fluid. Nothing came out. It was determined to be a solid tumor. The first surgery I had was in that year. It kept re-occurring, and I had it removed three more times over the next eight years. Each time I was told it was benign. In 1995, I again had the lump removed.

I was on summer break between my first and second year of nursing school. It was supposed to be no big deal; the routine was to have the surgery, then be in a cast for about two weeks. So I go to my post operation visit with the physician, and this is what I hear, “We sent the tissue to pathology,” the pathologist called to say they are concerned about the tissue sample, “They think you need to see a specialist.” I heard nothing after that; I left and went home. I was in a fog. Apparently an appointment was made for me to see an oncologist. I had to wait two weeks for an appointment due to a doctors’ convention going on the next week.

I was referred to an oncologist at Mayo Clinic, but for some reason my insurance would not pay for this. Even though they would not pay for a Mayo visit, they could not find me an oncologist that was familiar with this type of cancer. It had now been over two weeks since I had this devastating news and I still did not have an appointment with a physician.

My sisters, Mary Jo and Nancy, started to call all the oncologists in the state. And this is how I came to meet Dr. Cheng at the University of Minnesota Physicians. Up until this point everything was hurry up and then wait. My family and I met with “The Team” as I called them. They had a plan and discussed everything with me and my family. They wanted to start immediately. I remember thinking they all looked so grim. So, for the next year I kept myself busy by having radiation treatments, surgery, more radiation treatments, and physical therapy. I had chest X-rays every three months, then six months, then yearly until I was out 10 years.

That was over 14 years ago. I now consider myself a survivor. I went on to finish my nursing degree. I started to receive letters from my physicians about the Karen Wyckoff Foundation. This is how I came to meet Karen’s parents Pete and Sue and all the wonderful volunteers from the Foundation.

I hope by telling my story and working with the Foundation this will help others find the best care available to them.