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My Brother-in-law, Mike McGinn


It is with great sadness, my brother-in-law finally lost his battle with ALS (Lou Gerhig’s Disease).  He was found this morning by a family member. 

In recent times, Mike was developing stronger symptoms affecting his breathing and swallowing.  Physically, his head started to hang down, and loss of mobility really was becoming an issue.

On Saturday, Mike, Robin, and Devon hosted their 2nd annual Fete To DeFeat to raise funds for ALS Philly Chapter.  Mike struggled there.  But endured most of the afternoon.  But he got to see so many old friends and family that he had not seen in a while.  There is solace in knowing that perhaps some of the memories  that Mike left us with, is just that, this last get together, having fun to raise funds to fight something so serious.

In his time of illness, he never let on to mostly anyone, what his fate was that lied ahead.  He got to do some very cool things like travel to Ireland, meet professional ball players, squeezed in a rock concert in Atlantic City.  He loved his wife Robin, and his daughter Devon, as well as members of his extended family.

So over the next few days, a lot of food will be served, a lot of coffee poured, and arrangements for his internment will be made.

Madison and Emmalie will miss you immensely.

Mike, I will miss you.  You were like a brother to me.  I am so sorry that had to go through this.  You definitely did not deserve this fate.  I love you Mike and will never forget you.

 

Are You Out Of Your Mind?


Of course, the answer to this question is subjective.  But what would you do, if it was because of someone you trust, doing something to you, which was supposed to be for your benefit?

Up until the day before I found out that I needed to have heart surgery, I had been taking a certain regimen of blood pressure and cholesterol medication.  It was a combination drug called Caduet.  Much to my objections, I started taking this drug to finally reign in and bring down both my cholesterol and blood pressure.  But following the heart surgery, the cardiologist ordered a different regimen, which involved two separate drugs instead of the combination.  When I asked for the reason for the switch I was given the following answer, “this is what we always prescribe for our heart patients following bypass surgery.”  I had no reason to mistrust the ones who know that stuff right?

Following my release from the hospital, I was still in quite a bit of pain from having my breast bone cut in half for the surgery, but was unaware of anything else.  Any difference in mood or demeanor could be attributed to that, and during the first month or two of recovery.  By the beginning of the third month, something was clearly wrong.

High levels of anger developed, and with very little provocation, commonly called “rage”.  Coginitively I was beginning to fail in both recall and function.  Moments in time, gone with no idea of what transpired.  While my cardiac issue was related to my cancer treatment history, I now was pursuing the possibility of yet another treatment related condition, something called “chemo brain”.  Recent studies offered evidence that certain types and amounts of chemo had been proven to cause cognitive issues.  This clearly was going to be the problem.  The only concern with this theory, I was not this bad mentally before the surgery.

Fortunately, between my family doctor and the long term cancer survival doctors that I see, have real good ears.  They both are also very persistant.  I could have been E.F. Hutton, because when I spoke, they listened.  Multiple bloodwork and numerous scans had been done, all negative.  Finally, I was sent to neurology to one of the best doctors at the University Of Pennsylvania who rattled off some really intense cognitive testing.  But again, this ended up negative.  Something was definitely wrong.  Wendy felt helpless watching me struggle even to remember simple number combinations, pull onto highways without realizing oncoming traffic, and did not see someone walk in front of our vehicle as I attempted to pull out from a driveway.  The simple act of one of my daughters simply spilling a glass of water on the kitchen table was enough to set me off.

Approximately 10 years prior, my ex’s father-in-law went through a situation with his mental functioning.  Just by chance, I had caught his nurse giving him blood pressure medicine immediately after taking his blood pressure, reading of 60/40.  He was taking medication to lower his blood pressure and it was already too low.  Testing had revealed nothing, but clearly he had behavioral and cognitive issues which came on suddenly.  He was diagnosed with having Alzheimers and put into a nursing home, where he would spend 3 years in a drug-induced persona.  I am not sure what triggered it, but on one day, somehow, he had enough function to refuse taking any more medicine.  Even in his lethargic state, I believe he may have been contemplating suicide as he also was refusing food.  No meds, no food.  He went through violent withdrawals and lapsed into a coma.  Two days later his wife was faced with the decision to have a feeding tube placed so that food and meds could be given.  Just before the doctor came into the room, he woke up, clear as day.  He had no recollection of the prior three years, no idea where or why he was in the hospital.  Just like that.  I tried right from the beginning, and constantly fell on deaf ears to argue his medication was the cause.  With his recovery, I knew this was going to be the same problem with me.

Research would lead me to the University of California in San Diego and a researcher who studied mental side effects of statin drugs.  Ethically studies could not be done on withdrawing medications, so her work was based solely on people who had come off their meds on their own will for the most part.  Unfortunately, because of my health history, I was of no use to her as my body was clearly compromised from heart surgery and cancer history.  But the fact had been discovered.  Cognitive side effects had been discovered with Lipitor, but only in an amount that did not require obvious public disclosure.  The incidents were so minimal, hardly anyone even thought this could be the possibility with me.

On March 14th, 2009, I made a conscious decision to stop taking my Lipitor cold turkey.  What was happening to me mentally I felt was far worse than the risk of cardiac disease.  Literally, within three days, everything had cleared up, everything.  At that point, my doctors were faced with a challenge.  I needed something to help drive my cholesterol levels down, but I was never, NEVER going to take another statin drug again.  Unfortunately, multiple attempts with various therapies, I had no choice other than to take something again.  And since it worked before, with no obvious effects, I went back on the Caduet, same dosage as before.  Once again, my levels have gotten back to where they were before the surgery and everything has been going fine.

Today, I am more resolute than ever, that I will never take anything without extreme considerations.  Wendy has learned also, that at even the slightest hint of a behavioral change, react immediately before things escalate to having no control.  It is so important to realize that just because it has not been advertised on the television or the magazine ad, does not mean that a side effect has not been recognized.  Taking meds at regularly scheduled intervals or decisions on cessation are crucial and should not be taken lightly and without notifying your doctors.  Most importantly, you are not just the patient, you are part of your treatment team.  You have a say in what is done to you, and what you are recommended to take.  And now for the irony.  I mentioned that Caduet was a two drug in one combination for blood pressure and cholesterol.  The cholesterol part is a statin drug, Lipitor.  It is very possible that the issue was the dosage.  I went from 10mg to 40mg following the surgery.  All I know is that things are okay as they are, so I will never know.

Don’t Touch That Thermostat!


There are two things that a cancer patient wants to hear after being told “remission”, enjoy your “new normal”, and you’re never really done with cancer.  But we get detoured when we hear the word “remission”, our thoughts do not go towards new normal, but rather a mythical 5-year mark.  Decades ago, you were considered a low enough risk, if you had been in remission for five years.  Coincidentally, around that time, is when I lost contact with my doctors.  And of course, when we are told it is gone, we want it gone.  It is hard enough to look over our shoulders not just every day, but every minute, “is it going to come back?”

Today, I want to talk about that “new normal”.  Decades ago, the “new normal” was never even mentioned.  As a cancer survivor, you were not expected to live long enough to have many things, late effects, a future, and barely any time to develop a new normal.  But what exactly is a new normal?

Several years ago, patient support groups started throwing the term “new normal” around.  It was meant to imply a brand new beginning of your life.  Perhaps it was a chance to start over.  Maybe you would have a chance to “do over” and correct mistakes that you felt that you have made.  The new normal was about what you could and could not do.

Later, Doctors would catch on to this motivational tool, to help their patients gear up for the return of life as patients get back some resemblence of control.  Two days ago, I learned this concept of “new normal” perhaps goes much further than that.  And I would argue, that without looking and recognizing this idea, it will be impossible to find a physical new normal as so many, including myself, struggle to do.  So, from the advice of one of my doctors…

How often in your home or office (or other work environment) have you had a disagreement on temperature settings on the thermostat?  Too hot!  too cold!  Every one takes their turn at setting the thermostat to what they think is the correct temperature.  All the while, because everyone is giving their input by adjusting the thermostat, the system is never given the chance to do what it needs to do, to provide the comfort level that the thermostat is set for.  No matter if the area is the size of a living, or a warehouse floor, if you have the thermostat set for 75 degrees, but it is currently 76, instead of waiting for the temperature to drop one more degree, you adjust the device to 73 or 72 because there is no way that just that one degree will make it cooler as it needs.  We expect the thermostat to adjust to us, not the other way around.

The first stage of the new normal works like that as well.  In order for us to reach the physical new normal, we have to reach the emotional and mental new normal first.  So using the thermostat as the example, you, the patient are the thermostat.  Your family or your co-workers are the ones who are constantly trying to get you to change the air temperature and never give you the chance to do so.  When someone close to you does not understand that today might not be a good day for you (either physically or emotionally), how often do you go out of your way to accomodate everyone else.  Frequently adjusting the thermostat to get comfort, just because it is not happening quick enough, is not normal.  Friends and family must, MUST, accomodate to us.  We are the thermostat.  They must give us the opportunity to work.  It does no good to force us anymore than adjusting air temperature.  Before our diagnosis, this behavior was normal.  Probably none of us would ever give anyone an opportunity to work or do something for us without accomodating us if we pushed.  This is normal.  But now, we have to live the new normal.  And it starts here.  Our temperatures have been set.  Put a box over that “thermostat” and lock it.  Do not let anyone else change the setting.

This is not going to be easy.  After all, how often have you been to a grocery store, in the checkout isle and there is a mother with a three year old child.  The child begins to throw a tantrum because it wants candy that has strategically been placed in the isle for impulse buying.  If the mother gives in, she actually encourages that child to continue that behavior.  This is not normal.  But one day, she will grow weary of the tantrums and want them to stop.  She will be able to get them to stop, but only after time and effort, and patience.  It will not happen overnight.  But it will happen.  This would be the new normal for the mother.

Once you reach this level of new normal, the physical new normal is much easier to deal with.   I never got this advice until this past week.  I am a survivor of cancer for over 22 years, heart surgery for over 4 years, and various other physical issues.  I have struggled to find my new normal, but as I come to realize, I was only trying to achieve the physical normal first.  I need to have the emotional new normal first, and the rest will fall into place.

Welcome to the new normal.

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