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Hair Today, Gone Yesterday


I had just gotten out of the shower, and had dried my hair, when I realized something.  My hair has gotten long again.  And I have missed it.

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I know, this seems like a weird way to begin a post.  So please, just humor me.  Back 15 years ago, I let someone influence me into cutting my then shoulder-length hair.  I resisted, and for good reason.  But it was too important to my significant other that I not have hair like a “three musketeer” or “Joe Dirt.”

But I had my reason for keeping my hair long.  As you can see, I have quite a bit of a wave in the back, and to be honest, my head of hair is quite thick for my ripe age of 49 (AND HARDLY ANY GRAY!!!).  But with that wave came my dilemma.  The wave would pull my hair up, into a bit of a tighter wave, exposing my skull underneath.

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I know what you are thinking… WTH???

I kept my hair long following my cancer treatments to keep this exposed area covered so as not to raise any uncomfortable questions.  Now I do want to preface this before I make the next comments.  This occurred from treatments back in 1989/1990 when side effects were much more severe.  I lost all of my hair from chemotherapy treatments.

Prior to that, I only lost hair in the areas treated by radiation therapy.  These areas would include my chest, armpits, jawline, sadly, not my nose hairs.  Because of the amount of radiation used back in those days, the hair loss was permanent.  The hair grew back on the majority of my scalp once the chemo was done.  But as you can see, I have what I refer to as my “skunk tail”, a little strip of hair down the lower portion of the back of my skull, with bald patches on both sides.  That strip is courtesy of protection to take care of damaging my spinal chord.  I also have a little tuft of hair in the middle of my chest, where they tried to protect my heart.

I joked with a friend the other day about the cold weather up north.  This is my first Winter season down in Florida and not dealing with the cold.  He lacks quite a bit of hair, okay, all of it, part by choice, the other by heredity.  And like many of my follicly-challenged friends, they seem to be younger than me.  Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

He had been complaining about cool rain hitting his scalp.  I recall that as well.  Not having hair to stop the rain, at least giving the drops a chance to warm up a little before hitting the scalp.  But one thing was clearly worse, a snow flake hitting the old chrome dome for the first time.  I have had frozen slushies and ice cream and have eaten them fast enough which did not cause the pain of brain freeze like that first snow flake.  I did not wear any wig, but for certain I wore hats following that trauma.

Hair loss is probably the number one concern of most cancer patients.  It sounds odd, that with the other major side effect of treatments is often nausea, more patients are more concerned with losing their hair.  Especially with women.  And with advancements in nausea management, hair loss seems to be the only remaining side effect medicine is unable to prevent during cancer treatments for drugs that currently affect the hair.

There are only photos of me before my treatments, and after my treatments, none during them.  Of all the things I was dealing with during my treatments, it was my appearance that bothered me most.  I do not know if it was for my own benefit or for everyone else.  But there is not one picture of me during my treatments.

A dear friend of mine is now currently dealing with one of the cruelest of fates.

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I have known Jennifer for most of my cancer survivorship.  We met through an internet support group for Hodgkin’s patients.  Her ex-husband had been undergoing treatments and was having difficulties following his treatments.  But Jennifer was his caregiver during and following his treatments.  From a caregiver standpoint, Jennifer was one of the best, doing everything she could from comforting to monitoring, and at times, making the decisions.  She did what she had to as together they had a young daughter to also raise.

If I had my way, no one would get cancer.  But even more so, anyone having had the experience of being a caregiver to someone with cancer, should give that person a pass from ever having to deal with cancer again.  Caregivers have their own issues to deal with, which can actually be as traumatic as those dealing with the cancer itself.

But the reality is that I cannot wish someone not to get cancer.

Late last year, Jennifer was diagnosed with cancer.  She is currently in the middle of her treatments and as far as I am concerned, she is doing great both physically and emotionally.  I know Jennifer is tough.  She did great as a single mother raising her daughter.  And having been a caregiver to someone with cancer, she did have an edge on how to get through this awful journey.  That does not necessarily make it any easier.

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I will never forget when I saw the first picture that Jennifer posted with her new hairdo.  Honestly I would never have even paid attention to it, had she not actually stated that she had her hair cut short to prepare for the hairloss.  I saw Jennifer wearing a hat and that was it.  Even though I knew the battle that she was facing, she still looked the same to me, and her courage and optimism still showed in her picture.

Jennifer had a plan to deal with her hairloss and it was working for her.  A recent picture that she posted however, is what prompted me to include her in this post.

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Yes, Jennifer’s hair is now gone.  But guess what is not gone?  You can see it simply by looking at the other two pictures of her, and combine them with the way that I described her character.  It is what you have inside you, not what you have on top.  I know that is of little consolation from someone who has lost their hair to treatments, but as someone who has experienced it, I do get to make that statement.

Jennifer, I cannot wait to see your post stating that you are in remission.  I believe in my heart that if anyone can do it, you can and will do it.  You have unbelievable strength and courage and remarkable support from both your husband and your daughter.  I will look forward to seeing the new hair you will have.

The hair may be gone today, but today turns into yesterday.

Happy Birthday Dad. Wish You Were Here.


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Today would have been my dad’s 71st birthday.  My dad, in spite of battling terminal lung cancer, had only one goal towards the end of his life, reach 70 years of age, a major accomplishment for those on the paternal side of my family.  We are not known for our longevity.  But in spite of this factor, it is hard to imagine how much longer that he would have lived, regardless of our family history, had he not smoked for 55 years.

It is funny.  Age has always been something that I have never really thought about, whether for myself, family, or friends.  It never dawns on me until perhaps a birthday is announced, or you hear about the age mentioned in an obituary.  But I am sitting her, trying to come to terms that my Dad was 70 when he passed.

I missed most of my childhood with my father, a decision that I would later learn in life was his.  I never asked, nor will I, either parent, what happened with their divorce, what caused it, etc..  It was in my twenties that I would learn more importantly two things.  He thought about my sister and I all of the time, and wished things could have been different.  My Dad recognized that he missed a lot in our lives by the decisions that he made.

While he felt immense guilt for his actions, he was glad for the second chances with us, especially in the role of grandfather.  And it is in that capacity, that I told my father, he could make up for lost time with me, through my daughters.  And he took every opportunity he could, whether it was lifting the “oreo” shaped cookie jar down for Madison to grab a favorite snack, or making Emmalie laugh.  Yes Dad, you more than made up for the time that we lost.

It was his conscience that helped to guide me through my divorce and dealing with custody and visitation with my daughters in the early stages of his cancer battle.  My father was accepted my decision to file for the divorce, and the reason behind it.  I say accepted, because “supporting” the decision was not his place.  The divorce was between my estranged wife and I.  His concern was for those of my daughters.  Knowing and remembering what he carried his whole life, he clearly did not want me to make the same decisions that he made.  My Dad did not want me to wait like he did until my children were in their twenties to let them know about the absence from their lives.

My Dad left it up to me, to deal with my divorce.  There was no judgment, and as my estranged wife and I dealt with a crisis with our youngest daughter, my Dad upon visiting handled himself neutrally in the presence of my estranged wife.  And that is exactly how he handled himself to his last living breath, concern for the children, not for the battle between the parents.

It is his example that I am living my life by these days.  No matter what has happened throughout this lengthy process (still far from being over I have been warned), no matter the interference, no matter the legal issues being thrown at me, my daughters will never be taken away from me because I will never let them think for one minute that I have ever forgotten them, or not think about them.

I cannot imagine how my father felt all those years, over 15 years, but it must have been Hell for him.  It has been less than a year for me since custody was set, and I miss my daughters so much.  I do hope for a legal resolution soon, so that I can get back to spending time with my daughters again.

There are so many things that I miss about my Dad in the short time since he passed.  I miss his encouragement, but I live by the memories of it every day, to take the high road through this whole process.  While my children are old enough now to remember certain trauma in their lives, it is all the more important to get these things resolved.  It is difficult to understand why everything is happening the way that it has, but as long as I can get things straightened out, the time lost, though never to be gotten back, will hopefully not be too much.

 

“Hey, Why The Long Face?”


A horse walks into a bar.  The bartender approaches the customer for his order and asks, “hey, why the long face?”

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It is an old joke, but for the purposes of this post, a great example of how something so obvious can be further from what is actually the case.  It happens a lot to us as humans as well.

Years ago, following shortly after my heart surgery, a comment was made to me, that I needed to cheer up.  And I remember that initial comment very well.  Because all things considered that I was going through at the time, I was actually in a pretty good mood.  But my co-worker who was making the erroneous judgment of my mood, was actually reacting to a physical observation.

Unbeknownst to me, I had developed a habit of walking with my head down, as if sulking, or perhaps sad or depressed.  And it had been so common for me to be seen this way, that friends and co-workers had grown concerned.  I do not know how long this had been going on, but it appeared that I finally got attention for it.  I lifted my head up, and looked at my coworker and told him that I was fine.  He told me that he was getting so concerned about me, because I had been walking with my head down for so long.

About the same time, I became a patient at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in their “survivorship clinic” studying long term cancer survivors for late effects, and how to manage them.  The first two doctors remarked almost immediately upon my physical appearance once I had removed my shirt.  Both had confirmed that I had lost a major amount of muscle mass from my upper body area, the same area that had been subjected to an ungodly amount of radiation to treat me for my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  So, not only did the radiation cause the need for my heart surgery, but it had also caused damage to my physical being.

The good thing about being seen at a long term survivor clinic that specializes in the care of those of us who have survived their cancer for as long as we have, and unfortunately developed severe, permanent, non-reversing conditions, is that at least we would at least learn how to manage the side effects, and the pain and discomforts that come with them.

For the purposes, I am only going to touch on one of these physical issues from the radiation damage, also known as Radiation Fibrosis Syndrome.  Dr. Michael Stubblefield (one of my physicians at MSKCC) discusses this medical condition in great detail on the web site:

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“Dr. Stubblefield explains in his article, “Any tissue within the radiation field can be affected including nerves, muscles, blood vessels, bones, tendons, ligaments, heart or lungs. The clinical manifestations (i.e., signs and symptoms) that result from RF are called radiation fibrosis syndrome (RFS). RF can occur a few weeks or months after radiation treatment and continues for the duration of a cancer survivor’s life. The patient and their doctor may not notice RFS until years after treatment. Unfortunately, there is no way to stop the progressive RF that results from radiation treatment.”

In all my years exercising, I never noticed the physical difference with my body following my cancer treatments.  But once it was pointed out to me, I could see it very clearly.  Any exercise you do, works out a specific group of muscles.  This is why you are supposed to a do well-rounded routine of exercises so that you concentrate on all groups of muscles.  But when you have lost muscle mass, and you exercise only the groups of muscle that you have left, the visibility is obvious.  I am missing half of my pectoral muscles (making it look like I only have the lower half of each breast), the majority of both of my deltoids are gone, and my trapezius muscles are non-existent.  So that is just the upper torso muscle damage.

When you get to my neck, I have lost the majority of the lateral (rear) muscles of my neck from radiation deterioration, and have some anterior (front) muscle loss.  While not textbook by definition, because I still have muscle in the front of my neck, the effect is still the same, my head was drooping, or dropping.

Many of us “older” Hodgkin’s patients have a visual description of our radiated neck area, referred to as “Hodgkin’s Neck” because with no muscle mass of the neck, the neck of a Hodgkin’s survivor may have a “pencil neck” appearance.  And it is very obvious.  Those who have this amount of loss are probably more susceptible to the “drooping head” simply by not having the strength to support the weight of the skull.

In my case, the front muscles of my neck actually pull my head forward, having no resistance from the lack of lateral muscles.  Hence, my head hung low constantly, unaware of why.  But it was not because of my mood, there was an actual physical cause.  Combine this issue, with the fact that I was dealing with my surgically repaired chest muscles following my open heart surgery, which were now also pulling my both of my shoulders forward.

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This is where Dr. Stubblefield came in.  Where every other doctor outside of the MSKCC network that I was being seen by, only Dr. Stubblefield recognized what needed to be done.  I would have two choices, either something referred to as a “headmaster collar,”

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or physical therapy.  Dr. Stubblefield was allowing me to make my decision.

As Dr. Stubblefield stated further in his Cancerforward.org article:

“Physical therapy is highly individualized to the patient and involves normalizing body balance by stretching tight structures, strengthening weakened muscles, and retraining the body’s sensory organs to re-establish coordination. For instance, in the case of HL patients with dropped head syndrome and severe neck pain, functional deficits are not just a simple matter of the patient not having enough strength and endurance to lift their head. Invariably their chest wall and pectoral girdle are tight and bound down with their shoulders forward which puts their neck in a flexed position. All of this must be released which is where advanced myofascial techniques come into play. Their core muscles must also be strengthened and conditioned as they are almost always very weak. The fibrosis restricts the flow of lymph fluid throughout their chest and thorax creating a barrier that must be mobilized if the proprioceptors (sensory organs that provide position sensation) are to function effectively. Without properly functioning proprioceptors, the patient cannot even tell that their head is upright without their eyes open making them more prone to fatigue.”

Finally, not only has the condition been given a name, but also a firm definition and description, as well as a plan to manage the condition.  I chose physical therapy, and actually, went through several courses of physical therapy for not only my neck, but for the rest of the physical issues that I deal with.  I know very well the exercises that I must do, to keep from reversing back to my drooping head, not willing to say that it will come back.

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But all of the exercises in the world, cannot help, if a patient is not given the time to complete them.  There are a lot of exercises to be done, and they take time.  Finding a balance while trying to earning a living, raising a family, taking care of a household, and then finding time to complete physical therapy needs, after being clearly exhausted and fatigued, mean that the odds of the drooping head returning, are quite realistic.

Speaking on the behalf of not just Hodgkin’s Lymphoma patients and survivors, but all cancer patients and survivors, our bodies have gone through, or go through so much trauma, not just from the cancer itself, but also from the treatments.  Our bodies are changed forever.  It is so important to make sure that the doctors that care for us, not only recognize our issues, not only accept our issues as real, but give us the care and direction that we need, so that we can manage our lives to the fullest potential.

 

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