Mannah on mend
Mannah on mend
By James Hooper
March 20, 2010 11:01PM
THE fat syringe staring at Cronulla forward John Mannah was big enough to scare even the most rough nut footballer. Filled to the bream with a deadly red liquid, it was about to be pumped into his right forearm.
It's 12.07pm last Thursday and this is Mannah's final chemotherapy treatment for Hodgkin's lymphoma.
Seated in a lounge-chair in the haemotology and oncology unit at St Vincent's Hospital, the 114kg prop looked relaxed enough to be kicking back at home watching Friday night footy. But there was no ice-cold beer.
The only fluid on offer was a cocktail of the cancer-killing chemicals adriamycin, bleomycin, vinblastine and dacarbazine.
Six minutes. That's all it took for clinical nurse specialist Amanda McLaughlin to drip-feed 40ml of "the goodies", as she called them, into Mannah's bloodstream.
Wearing his best game face, he fought hard not to flinch. But with 40ml of poison being injected into your system in about the same time it takes to complete four sets of six tackles, the nausea hit quickly.
"Can I get a bag please," Mannah asked politely. McLaughlin obliged.
"I don't mind feeling sick because I know hopefully this will be the last time," Mannah said. "Cancer, in general, you don't really know what to expect when you're first diagnosed, so it can be very scary. I'm not going to miss this place. I'll miss the staff, they've been fantastic, but not the hospital."
It's been 33 days since a routine PET scan showed Mannah was in remission for Hodgkin's lymphoma. Last Thursday, was his 10th and final round of "chemo". Even though he's got the green light to resume training with the Sharks next month and attack life again as normal, it will take 10 years before he's completely out of the danger zone.
The Sunday Telegraph has maintained regular contact with Mannah throughout his battle. We sat alongside the Sharks prop and his mother, Abir, for the final two rounds of his fight against chemotherapy.
In August, Mannah lost 10kg. It fell off him after the initial operation to remove a gland from his stomach so doctors could perform a biopsy to confirm the cancer.
One minute, he was a 106kg prop. The next, he was confined to a reclining chair in the family loungeroom at Condell Park for seven days after the operation.
"He didn't move from the chair," Abir said. "He couldn't."
Today, he's back up to 114kg. Mum's home cooking has been on fire and the doctors and nurses are stunned. No one puts on weight during chemotherapy.
The chemicals to kill the cancer make everything taste and smell foreign. His mum has been banned from wearing perfume around the house. It causes nausea. The same goes for the family car. Smells like chemo. It's off limits, aside from the fortnightly visit to St Vincent's.
And the headaches - forget about it. It's like someone's using a jack-hammer inside your brain.
Last Thursday, Mannah was connected to an Imed machine with an intravenous drip feeding two bags of anti-sickness drugs into his system.
To distract his mind from the butterflies knotting his stomach, we started to shoot the breeze.
Fellow Hodgkin's lymphoma survivor, South Sydney centre Jamie Simpson, has emailed and called.
So, too, has colourful league identity John Elias, another survivor.
Elias keeps in regular contact. "I'm not sure how he got my number, but he's been there the whole way," Mannah said.
When the anti-sickness bags are sucked dry, the Imed machine begins to beep every two seconds, the go signal for the toxic part of the process.
Mannah takes a deep breath, sighing, while nurse McLaughlin has returned with that syringe and that nasty red liquid.
She's wearing purple hand gloves and a clear-plastic protective shield to guard her face.
It looks like the perspex shields on the old cricket helmets of the 1980s.
McLaughlin has been back-and-forth with a hot wheat pack at least half a dozen times. Initially, she uses it to help identify a vein in Mannah's arm. Then once the heavy drugs are pumped in, it warms the arm up, nullifying the cold rush from the chemicals.
Mannah is wearing a yellow Lance Armstrong "Livestrong" wrist band, which he purchased off the internet one week after being diagnosed on August 22.
He takes it off for the chemo, asking his mum to try it on.
"When I first got diagnosed, I just wanted to find out as much as possible about lymphoma. So I hit the internet and I came across Lance Armstrong's site and the 'Livestrong' wrist bands," Mannah said.
"I bought one straight away and I've worn it every day since.
"I said to myself after my last treatment I was just going to rip it off. But now that I know a few people that have got cancer, I know it's not much, but maybe it can bring them good luck, too.
"I'm going to give it to one of my cousin's friends who got diagnosed with ovarian cancer a month ago. I'm meeting her tonight."
Last week, Mannah lifted his first weights in seven months.
Nothing heavy, but he still appears fit enough to pull the boots on.
He has set himself to play at least one NRL game this season and will resume training sometime in the next four weeks, but there are other battles ahead as well.
Simpson and Mannah will both feature as ambassadors for Lymphoma Awareness Day on September 15.For this, Mannah intends to pen a book about his journey.
Sitting in St Vincent's, Mannah and his mum Abir met cancer patients from all over Sydney.
Abir walked around talking to all of them. One patient, who had a rare form of leukaemia, had to pay $170,000 out of his own pocket for 17 treatments over four years.
"Out of his own pocket," Mannah said for emphasis.
"You see people sit here for three or four hours on their own, no family, getting the chemo drugs pumped into them. Then they get up and catch the train home for two hours.
"That reminds me of how lucky I am."
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Attachment: Final treatment ... John Mannah recieving chemotherapy treatment at St Vincents hospital. With Clinical Nurse Specialist Amanda McLaughlin. Photograph: Rohan Kelly Source: The Sunday Telegraph