Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

What If I Had More Time?


Don’t read too much into the title, especially if you are a regular follower of my blog. Though I am in congestive heart failure, my demise is not expected imminently. No, the question came across my feed as a conversation piece, both from the perspective of a cancer survivor and as a cardiac survivor.

Much like the “why” question, as in “what do you think caused it?”, this question, what if I “had more time to consider” the path I took, I have never really thought about either. I am more of a Budhist “here and now” kind of person, not spending much if any time wondering why, what, and if.

But I thought I would take the prompt, and see what I could come up with, if I really thought about it. I have two different extreme situations where I was faced with a rushed time constraint to make a decision, literal life and death, that would bring either reward, consequence, or both.

When it came to my cancer, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, “what if I had more time to think about my options, if I would go through it again, or if I would even do anything about it?” First, the obvious, Hodgkin’s is one of the more treatable cancers versus almost always being fatal without treatment. That alone is the most powerful incentive. At the age of 22 years old, engaged, the last thing I wanted to do, was die.

But as for my time to think, as I wrote in my book, “Paul’s Heart – Life As A Dad And A 35-Year Cancer Survivor,” I had already wasted so much time, months, when time is critical for treating cancer, in denial and fighting doctors opinions that I needed to start treatment. Nearly four months had gone by. How much more time should I have wasted?

What I should have been doing with my time at that point, was finding out more about the treatments the doctors wanted to do, instead of just picking a treatment, radiation (which I knew nothing about) and chemotherapy, based on stereotypes. It turns out, that it might have had a benefit, well, at least it would today. Back in 1988, any answers to questions I would have had about my treatments, likely would have been answered with a shoulder shrug, and an “I don’t know,” or “we don’t know.”

Given a binary option, get treatment and live, or don’t take treatment and die, there wasn’t really much to think about without details.

But here is what happened over the decades, giving reason to today’s patients to ask questions, take time, to be informed, before they make decisions. Back in 1988, medicine did not know, or at least kept quiet about the potential for late side effects from chemotherapy and radiation therapies. With studies only referring up to “5 year” survival rates, nothing really came up as far as late side effects because we were not expected to live this long. It wasn’t until decades later, that this became more of a concern. But even now, the needs of long term survivors to find care that knows how to diagnose and treat these late side effects, such as I have documented many over the years, it is still difficult to find the care needed.

If time was taken to tell me that I was likely to need heart surgery, have thyroid problems, develop immunity issues, have an increased risk in lung cancer and esophageal cancer, and more, would I have still opted to go through treatments? I believe that I still would have said, “yes.”

There was one thing that was missing from that opportunity however, were these risks being kept from us as patients? I would get an opportunity to see my oncology nurse and radiation tech decades later, both who acknowledged surprise to see me stand in front of them, followed up with “we just didn’t know,” and I believe them. But there are those that did know. Case in point, the Chernobyl disaster, the worst nuclear accident in the history of the world.

While I do not know anything about what medicine might have known about all of the risks with the chemo drugs I was given, I knew they were toxic, but they also were successful in treating Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, which without, was fatal. But the exposure to extreme high dose radiation was way different. And I am not talking about the radiation emitted sitting in front of a television that would have gotten you scolded by a grandparent. That was not the only place we could be exposed. The dentist? Getting x-rays of your teeth to find cavities, the dentist placed a lead blanket over you, because they knew the risks, no matter how minimal of that radiation exposure.

And then who could forget this? The China Syndrome (1979) starring Jack Lemon, Jane Fonda, and Michael Douglas, about a “fictional” meltdown at a nuclear facility and the coverup that followed (just as happened with Chernobyl). The spooky thing is, the movie was released just twelve days before an actual crisis, at Three Mile Island nuclear plant in Pennsylvania. I was thirteen at the time, lived about 45 minutes away from TMI. I remember the fear when the warnings of radiation exposure came out. But the movie, TMI cannot compare to what happened with Chernobyl. Do you know what can? The amount of radiation exposure used to treat Hodgkin’s Lymphoma back in the late 1900’s.

I am going to try to not get too sciency, so hopefully you will understand this. I was treated with 4000 rads of ionized radiation, what was considered “upper mantle, scattered field,” which meant my entire upper torso, including my jaw, both shoulders, and just below my rib cage, that entire area was treated. So as I said, to keep from being too sciency, let me explain 4000 rads this way.

100-200 rads, the risks are minimal. At 600-1000 rads (6-10 Gy), the risks are much higher, side effects are more serious, and mortality increases. But at 4000 rads (40Gy), massive destruction of the organs and body’s systems are possible, including late side effects, but survival of this exposure is unlikely. I was totally unaware of this back in 1989 when I agreed to go through my radiation therapy. The Hodgkin’s untreated would definitely kill me, but there was a chance, so would the treatment. However, this how the treatment risks were put to me, and I can prove it, in the picture below.

I realize it is hard to read, after all it was 37 years ago, but basically they noted the risks to be a secondary cancer (like skin), and a condition called “pericarditis”, and inflamation of the sac around the heart. If you have followed Paul’s Heart, you know they missed my risks by a mile. But only recently, I learned that there was the chance I would not survive the treatment. And medicine knew this.

I want to be clear, and I am going to switch to bold capitalized print so you see the difference, RADIATION THERAPY DONE TODAY IS MUCH DIFFERENT, MORE FINE TUNED AND PINPOINT, AND A LOWER AMOUNT giving the same success (the theory of less is better). It still carries risks, but not as high as my situation and others like me.

So there was the dilemma, don’t treat the Hodgkin’s, die. Treat the Hodgkin’s with toxic chemo or high dose radiation, the chance of dying is still there. But if I survived the treatments, I had a 96% shot at long term remission.

What if I had more time to think about it?

Then you take what happened with my heart at the beginning of my body falling apart from my cancer treatments. I was diagnosed with a “widowmaker” blockage at the age of 42, caused from progressive damage from the radiation damage eighteen years earlier. But the doctors were not aware of that fact until they went in. From the time I got on the treadmill for my stress test to thirty-six hours later on the operating table for an emergency double bypass, I was told I had no time.

Normally, I am all about getting second opinions, especially when it comes to such a traumatic surgery as this was. But I had no time. I was barely conscious with all the information thrown at me. I often wonder the torment that other cardiac patients faced with open heart surgery go through, when they have to wait weeks or even months to go through their surgery. On one hand, I was definitely glad that everything happened so quick.

But what if I had more time to think about having open heart surgery? What exactly would be the purpose of that? Are you hoping to make a lifestyle change to make it unneccesary? If you are at the point of needing open heart surgery, lifestyle change is too late, but necessary for recovery. Perhaps to find a better option? Again, good idea as long as you have the time. But if the end result is, without it you die, and with it, likely save your life, the answer is obvious.

Sure heart surgery is scary. I have been through three, and will likely have more in my future as my repairs will need to be redone at some point, and I have other things wrong with my heart that may require attention at some point.

My point is, it is okay to want to take all things into consideration, and that takes some time. But it is not good, if you are going to use that time to talk yourself out of what is in your best interest and recommended by the doctors.

Surviving Sepsis


This is definitely a post you will want to share.

Heavyweight champ, Mohammad Ali. Muppet creator Jim Henson. Superman actor Christopher Reeve. Academy award winning actress Patty Duke Astin. Actress Tanya Roberts. Model Anna Nicole Smith. Singer Etta James. Actor Jeff Conway. Former president George H.W. Bush. They all share one thing in common, all passed away from complications related to sepsis.

I have three very serious triggers when it comes to health: cancer news, cardiac news, and sepsis news. Why? Because I have personal experience with all of them. This is the part where I also clarify that I am not a doctor, and I am relying on my own personal experience with the things that I am going to say.

The sports and racing worlds were rocked last week at the sudden passing of Nascar racing champ, 41 year old Kyle Busch. Though initially the cause of death was not stated, probably for no other reasons than waiting for final test results, his cause of death has now been stated by his family as severe pneumonia and sepsis.

Immediately, social media warriors came out with their moronic comments, “did he get the Covid vaccine?” (how are we still dealing with this stupid and false question yet?), “incompetent doctors,” and so forth. These stupid comments were coming out before even saying anything about Busch’s death. Several social media personalities are calling out that “something is not right”. Rather than learn about a condition, it is much easier to just give conspiracies and assumptions more fuel.

To be clear, I am not a racing fan, but I am drawn to news, when something occurs that I can relate to. As explanations began leaking out, that the young driver was not feeling well, having something like a cold, and that he had requested a shot (of what? it was not stated) following the race he had just won, it was the next symptom that triggered me. I know, because it happened to me. I had been there and done that. The difference between me and the social media warriors, I kept my opinion to myself until the official word came out. Makes the score Me = 1, Social Warriors = 0. It accomplishes nothing to say something just for the sake of saying something or to jump out in front, and then be wrong.

Busch was reported to be coughing up blood. The most common cause of this is an infection, such as pneumonia, which has also been stated he had with his cause of death. As many of us are probably prone to do, we blow off respiratory and cold symptoms, and just chug through. We are also reluctant to go to the hospital or seek medical care, preferring to just ride it out, or just “get a shot.” Soon after, it was reported that Busch had died. This was no cold. I knew that. I told those around me, I am guessing he had pneumonia and did not know it, and then went septic. Delays in emergency medical care are usually fatal. I say “usually”, because…

Back in March of 2012, I won’t give the exact date as it is a personal date to me, I was taken out of my house at 3am on an ambulance stretcher. I woke up suddenly in immense pain, and began spewing vomit relentlessly and violently. I was hallucinating. And then I passed out. The only thing else I remember, was being rolled out of my bedroom, passed my two young daughters, looking horrified that something had happened to me.

I do not know how long I was out, but when I came to, I was told that I had pneumonia, and was septic. I knew what both meant, I just couldn’t believe it, because when I went to bed that night, I felt fine. I had an exhausting week, working 60 hours, I had school board campaigning that had to be done for the upcoming election, I had a school parent fundraiser to prepare for that weekend, and my daughter’s birthday at the end of the week. I didn’t get to sleep a lot, and my diet had a lot to be desired, as in, I desired to eat, just did not get to. But when all was said and done, following the birthday party, sure, I was exhausted, I ate some food, and went to bed around 11pm, without any ill feeling of what would come four hours later. And then it hit me, four hours later, no warning.

The wild thing is, I had not learned my lesson, nine months later I would have another diagnosis of aspiration pneumonia, this time diagnosed as “double pneumonia.” Yep, I had it in both lungs. I was not septic this time, but my same stupidity of denial and grit could have easily led to it. I went to work that morning, feeling like shit, drove there, got to the parking lot, and then said to myself, “I can’t do it.” I drove back home, crawled into my bed with my winter coat on, curled up under the covers, which is where I was found 8 hours later. Back to the hospital.

This behavior is not good. Trust me, I know it. But when it is all you know, this toughness, at all costs. Besides my pneumonias, all three of my heart surgeries and my carotid artery surgery, ALL related to my cancer treatment history, and I still do not react properly and timely.

There are four types of pneumonias: the common ones, viral and bacterial, and then two others fungal and mycoplasma. The viral one would easily have been suspected, as Busch claimed to have a cold, so he could have had anything from RSV to Covid, or even just a cold that got out of control, a viral pneumonia. For me, mine was bacterial, aspiration pneumonia. What is aspiration pneumonia you ask? Aspiration is when you inhale or swallow other than air, into your airways, common with people with reflux, food, saliva, etc. Have you ever drank something too quick and it “went down the wrong way” causing you to cough uncontrollably? That is aspiration. Your lungs are not meant to have anything other than air. In my case, not only do I have reflux, I also have something called a Venker’s Diverticulum in my esophagus, which as a result of my radiation therapy for my cancer, causes food and liquid to get trapped in my esophagus. If it stays there trapped, guess what happens? The body breaks the food down there and becomes bacteria, which gets inhaled into my lungs, and becomes aspiration pneumonia.

Because I was unaware of this happening, and feeling as I “normally” did, I continued on as if nothing was happening. And this should have been a fatal mistake from what I was told. It got so bad, according to my doctor, bloodwork confirmed, via the lactate acid level test, I was septic for over 48 hours. I should have been dead, not having gotten the necessary IV antibiotics I needed.

You need to understand how quickly sepsis starts and spreads. It needs a source, the original infection. Once the original infection gets too bad, and again, this could be a sinus infection or a cut, and the body’s natural immune system cannot keep up, the germs or bacteria or toxins of the infection break loose and enter the blood stream. And if you remember anything about health class in school, the blood stream goes to the heart, and from the heart, pumps out to the rest of the body. Imagine if you have ever seen a fire spread, or a hurricane devastate a coastline in real time, this is what sepsis does, and quickly. The body continues to get overwhelmed, causing widespread inflammation throughout the body, blood vessels get damaged, blood clots form. And once this happens, blood and oxygen get blocked, causing organs in the body to fail. This is called septic shock. Again, this happens all so very quickly. Sepsis is not the infection, but rather the reaction to the initial infection, whether it be pneumonia, a cut, a bite, or a cold.

And understand just how common sepsis really is, yet rarely talked about. According to the CDC, nearly 2 million people every year develop sepsis. To put some perspective, rememeber the numbers of Covid diagnosis? I will go smaller. Hodgkin’s Lymphoma has about 50,000 new diagnosis each year. Of those diagnosed with sepsis, over 350,000 die. This is a lot of deaths, and yet, sepsis does not get the attention it deserves and needs. I will bet anything most reading this post will not know how to watch for it.

Time, or TIME as the acronym is spelled out, begins the moment the doctor suspects sepsis. By then, sepsis is already so far ahead, the patient racing towards death if treatment not given soon. Busch was already not feeling well nearly a week earlier, and at no time was sepsis suspected. Could it have been? Perhaps. But unless you specifically bring up, “hey, I want to be checked for sepsis,” medicine isn’t just going to volunteer to look for it.

So I understand what happened and how to Busch. And it is sad, he was only 41 years old. Like I said, men, and women, do a lot of denying, a lot of “pushing through,” and depending what is happening, can be wrong, fatally wrong. And it is in moments like this, when it is fresh, we should be educating everyone on Sepsis. Because it is more common than we realize. A paramedic friend told me, so many people die of sepsis in the hospital unknowingly, because it is not something normally checked for. According to the AAMC, sepsis is the 3rd leading cause of death inside hospitals. Hospitals do not assume you have sepsis or will develop it. They are waiting for symptoms.

So realizing that the dead cannot talk, how about those who have survived sepsis? Singer Madonna. Actor Billy Porter. Actress Ashley Park. Survival in the hospital when being able to treat is 80% and drops rapidly without.

No one with the ability and resources wants to talk about it? Okay, I will do it, as I always do, one person at a time, always with the hopes it makes a difference to at least one person. As I said, I have survived sepsis, and I know others who have. I also personally know some who have died from sepsis.

Awareness, Pneumonia 101. This by no means will be a full tutorial in learning about pneumonia and sepsis, but it will be more, and easier to understand, so you can be better to watch out for.

I have already mentioned the four types of pneumonia, and at least how you develop aspirational pneumonia. As for the others, there is community acquired (catching a virus from someone else), hospital acquired, ventilator associated (why doctors do not want you on a ventilator for long), and health care associated.

Just as there is for recognizing a stroke, there is an acronym for helping to recognize someone with sepsis. But again, the key is, you have to recognize it, not blow it off or tough it out. The acronym is TIME.

T = temperature, usually very high

I = infection, tough to recognize if we cannot see it, or feel sick

M = mental decline

E = extremely ill (refer to what happened with me above), crazy level of pain

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Let me tell you, the pain was ridiculous. The vomiting would not stop. And I definitely saw some “weird” stuff in my head. I was in bad shape, and clearly had been for some time. This is just one of several episodes I danced a little too close with death.

Busch did not know or suspect he had anything more than a cold. The diagnosis of pneumonia is simple enough. Simple use of a stethoscope to hear “crackling” in the lungs, sometimes you can hear with your naked ear pressed against the chest, and a chest x-ray will confirm pneumonia. Diagnosing sepsis is a little more complicated, and unless they are looking for it, will go overlooked. There are these tests: CBC (complete blood count), blood cultures, organ function (because your organs start to shut down when sepsis progresses), imaging tests, and as mentioned, the lactate acid level testing.

Once diagnosed, it will be only the highest broad spectrum IV antibiotics that will save a person from sepsis. And the only place to get that done is in the hospital. And NO, and I want to be clear, IVERMECTIN WILL NOT TREAT SEPSIS!!!! I can’t believe I even have to say that.

So now you see why Busch’s death is really so tragic besides his age. He knew he was sick, just not how sick, and got worse, rapidly. And whoever was responding to him, for “the shot”, was also wrong, wrong in that decision, and wrong for not insisting Busch go to the hospital.

When a tragedy like this hits, we need to talk about it, not wait “because it is too soon,” or worse, not even talk about it. Sepsis can be prevented, just as strokes and other medical crisis. But only if we know what to look for.

Memorial Day – It’s Important To Know The Difference


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Memorial Day. There is nothing happy about it, yet every year, the verbal cheers constantly yell out “Happy Memorial Day.” Now I realize that for many, today is all about picnics, and if you are from the northeast where I am originally from, the annual pilgramage to “the shore” (in New Jersey). For some, it is the official beginning of being allowed to wear white. It is unfortunate that these things are tied to a most sacred day for our country, especially when the entire weekend is considered “Memorial Day weekend,” you have two other days that you can say “ready, set, go” doing all these things. But today, should be separate, and honored.

Always recognized on the last Monday of May, Memorial Day honors those who died while serving in the military, often having made the ultimate sacrifice during combat. Okay, do you see now why going to the beach and partying does not really represent what today is all about?

I guess I am showing my age. And you will see why, here it comes…

When I was a kid (I warned you, geezer alert), we had a tradition in our little town every Memorial Day. There would be a small parade through town, ending up at a memorial park, where a service was held to honor our local service men and women, concluding with a 21-gun salute. Throughout the memorial, former service members and volunteers, would go through the crowd, handing out hand-made poppies as a reminder of what the day was about.

(image courtesy of the Tuscaloosa News)

At the conclusion of the service, we went home. Now while many head to the shore, my memories of this date, were of overcast skies, and dampness. Through April and May, we normally had a lot of heat alreasdy and sunny skies, but somehow on this day, the weather always fit the mood.

It is likely that all service members who have passed, long after service, are included with memorial services, and I don’t have any issue with that. They gave of themselves to protect our rights and freedoms. I personally have not lost anyone in wartime, though both my grandfathers served (one in WW1, the other Korea), an uncle who served in Vietnam and a nephew who served in the middle east. All came home. And in my adult life, I have had many friends who have served this country, and I am grateful.

And we have other dates that we acknowledge our service members in this manner. It was always important to me that I made sure that my daughters knew the difference. This first one is a big one.

Veterans Day, on November 11th, we honor ALL military veterans, alive and deceased, who have served in the arm forces.

Then there is Armed Forces Day. You probably did not notice it, as the date recently passed, the third Saturday of the month, which would have been the 16th of May, we should have been celebrating the men and women currently serving in all branches of the military. But I do not recall seeing any news or tv commercial sales.

I know I am showing my age, being such a stickler for this respect for our service members. But if you are someone who is going to ride the patriotism bus, you keep your arms, legs, and head inside the bus, and ride it the right way. Otherwise, don’t pretend it to be a big deal and just go eat your hot dogs and enjoy the beach.

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