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5 Second Paul


In the movie “50 First Dates,” Adam Sandler falls for Drew Barrymore whose character unfortunately suffered a head injury in a car accident, leaving her with a condition that causes her to lose her memory of anything happening the day before, once she wakes up. As Sandler feels convinced he can help her overcome this malady, those around Barrymore’s character try to convince Sandler’s character that it is not this simple. Brain trauma is difficult to understand, and difficult to live with, not just for the patient, but for those around the patient.

To get their point across to Sandler, Barrymore’s character’s father takes Sandler to a facility treating brain injuries, where they meet “10 Second Tom.” There are five or six people in the room when they meet Tom, and as Tom goes around introducing himself, by the time he gets around to everyone and back to the first person, he reintroduces himself again, as if for the first time, no recollection that he had done so previously. In just ten seconds, he had forgotten everyone.

As the title of this post shows, I have my own cognitive issue with memory, to be clear, in certain situations, that clearly happen within five seconds of being told. For those around me, in the beginning, there was confusion as both sides tried to figure, “did they tell me or didn’t they?” Soon, emotions would turn to anger on their end, frustration on my end, they thinking I was just being irresponsible, me wondering what is going on with me.

This is not the first time that I am dealing with this type of issue. The first time that I faced this issue, was when I was going through my chemotherapy. In fact, it is simply called “chemo brain,” a type of fog created that causes memory and cognitive issues. For many, the condition goes away at some point after treatment ends, for others, it can linger. As I did not discuss this issue with anyone, including my then fiance, it went relatively undetected.

It was nearly eighteen years later, following my emergency open heart surgery, that this issue became quite serious. I began to notice my memory being blocked from remembering a simple 4-digit code that I had used for years. While driving, in spite of me assuring my second wife that I had looked both ways with traffic, there were multiple incidents of me either pulling into traffic and oncoming cars, and on one occasion, nearly striking a pedestrian. While I recall of these incidents, even to this day, I did not “see” the other cars or person. The final straw, occurred while sitting at the dinner table with my family, my three year-old had spilled her glass of water. I freaked out, completely uncharacteristic of me. My then-wife stared at me in horror and anger, I know my look had to be one of shock as I had never reacted this way before. I left the table, and walked out of the house, to try and grasp not only what had happened, but there was a likelihood that all of these issues were related.

I was sent to a neurologist at the University of Pennsylvania, who was unable to determine any cause of what was happening. I looked inside myself, what could possibly be happening if there was nothing physiological going on? What had changed over the last many months, what was different?

One of my medicines had been changed, and the dosage increased dramatically following my surgery. This had to be it. I just knew it, but how do I get the doctors to listen to my concerns? Thanks to Google, I found Dr. Beatrice Golomb at the University of California in San Diego. She had done studies on cognitive issues related to statin use, for cholesterol. Federal regulations do not require side effects to be published as warnings, if the percentage of occurrence is low enough. That does not mean the side effect does not exist. But that is the proof I had been looking for. I reached out to Dr. Golomb and told her of my situation, and while I was unable to be a part of her studies, she did encourage me to press on for answers.

That ended up being my issue. My cholesterol medicine, which I had needed, was changed to a different drug, and increased the dosage 400%, the protocol following my open heart surgery. But I was not going to go through my life this way. I immediately stopped taking the drug, and within days, this issue began to clear up. That was the good news. The bad news was, my cholesterol would begin to skyrocket as it had before. Eventually, the doctors and I would come to terms after trying multiple solutions, and I would return to the original drug, and the original dose before the surgery. I have had no issues like this since.

I am a bit older now, twice divorced. And as it turns out, I am dealing with cognitive issues once again. While I am certain it is no longer “chemo brain,” and I am certain that it is not senility or Alzheimer’s, just on the basis I am only 57 years old. But my body has been through a lot. I went through eight months of extremely toxic chemotherapy, and six weeks of high dose radiation therapy thirty-five years ago.

Like “10 second Tom,” there are things I can forget, literally within five seconds. It does not have to be a list of anything either. I can simply walk from one room to the other, or pick up my phone to Google something, and my thoughts can be gone. It does not happen all of the time, but frequently enough to upset me and those around me. It gets quite frustrating. My long term memory is spot on. But more and more it is happening, I can forget something I was just told, less than five seconds prior.

I have a long list of doctors that I currently see, and it is going to be likely somewhere down the road, I will be adding yet another, neurology, and for the same reason as my others, issues related to the treatments I underwent decades ago for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

A recent article shared by a fellow long term Hodgkin’s survivor like me, published in December of 2022 stated that signs of early dementia had been discovered earlier in Hodgkin’s survivors. To be clear, in all of the forums that I participate with other survivors, cognitive issues is not normally the focus as is others such as cardiac, pulmonary, or secondary cancers. The body of a long term Hodgkin’s survivor is often described by doctors as having aged faster than someone who has not had Hodgkin’s. In other words, our bodies are appear older than our stated age. This study, done at the Wilmot Cancer Institute led by Dr. AnnaLynn Williams, shows survivors of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, now in their 30’s, showed an increased age of 7.7 years biologically than those who were not, and would be consistent with showing the potential for early signs of dementia. These results were eventually shared with the American Society of Hematology’s annual meeting. This, along with other physical developing side effects are finally getting recognized for those of us, 30, 40, 50 years out from our treatments. That is the good news. The bad news is, they are just figuring out what to do now. Other than screenings to try and deal with them before they develop or at least early enough after development, survivors may finally get the help that is needed. That has long been the story of the life of a Hodgkin’s survivor.

While those around me may be frustrated, empathetic, or accepting with my health issues, especially this one in particular, I am doing my part to make sure that I am aware how fast this might progress. A simple task, a grocery list, I use now as a test, to see how many items I can remember to buy. I intentionally leave the list at home. To be honest, this particular list pictured went with me. But there are lists that have only four or five items, and those I try to do by memory. More times than not, I do forget at least one or more of the items on the shortened list.

To be clear, my long term memory is as sharp as ever, every detail. Even a random phone number of my high school sweetheart is still locked in my noodle. But if it were not for post-it notes, I might have to resort to methods used in the movie Memento, body notes tatooed to remember.

Below are two very important links. The first, is for the Golomb Research Group at the UC San Diego. The second link is for the article pertaining to early dementia signs in Hodgkin’s survivors.

https://www.golombresearchgroup.org/#intro

https://www.urmc.rochester.edu/news/story/study-hodgkin-lymphoma-survivors-show-signs-of-dementia-in-early-adulthood?fbclid=IwAR3t6dZ9fi4Fw35eL0BLWP67NLjsmJVDr2Nuv1__yKxPGtfOifR2lVzqmDY

“Come Monday It’ll Be Alright…”


What do the following words have in common: escapism, paradise, “trop rock,” Parrothead? For many who woke up this morning to the news, they mean the loss of a music icon and legend, Jimmy Buffett. This photo was on the cover of Buffett’s official web page, and could not be worded any more descriptively of the man’s true loves, “family, friends, music, and dogs”. “He lived his life like a song to his very last breath…”

I don’t have many childhood memories of Jimmy Buffett, but I do know that I must have heard his music at some point in time, because as I got older, I recognized songs such as “Margaritaville,” “Come Monday,” and “A Pirate Looks At Forty,” that as an adult they would become definitely picks for me to sing at karaoke as many do. For me, his music was a perfect fit, as his voice range was spot on with mine. A lesser interest of mine, playing guitar, his music was also fairly easy for me to pick up and play on guitar as well. The ultimate experience, was getting to see him perform in person.

I would spend many of my days over the recent years, sitting out on my lanai, overlooking the Gulf Of Mexico, overcome by large amounts of stress, related to my health issues and divorce, finding a way to decompress, playing and singing Jimmy Buffet music with the backdrop of a Florida sunset. It would not be long, before I had found peace and relaxation.

Escapism. Escapism is defined by Merriam-Webster as the “habitual diversion of the mind to purely imaginative activity or entertainment as an escape from reality or routine.” I would compare it to meditation, but a lot more fun. Buffett was a story teller in his music, and as he told every song, listeners could often find themselves “taken back” to those lyrics, and “see” themselves in those songs. Whether “watching shrimp beginning to boil,” or “heading to San Francisco,” we could see everything he sang to us. It gave us a three or four minute opportunity, longer if listening to an entire album, to forget about the many things that were causing us strife and heartache.

Those who were able to see Buffett in concert, in person, were treated as if it was one big party, with 40-60,000 of their closest friends, because for two to three hours, EVERYONE was focused on the same thing, enjoying the musical paradise that was a Jimmy Buffett concert. Though I enjoyed his music, it wasn’t until later on my life that I got to see him for the first time. But boy did I get the enthusiasm, the enjoyment. And no, it was not the aroma of pot wafting through the air or getting slopped up with rum drinks getting spilled everywhere as fans danced to the music. It was truly an experience to not care about anything, forget everything, for those few hours.

Then there is the nerd in me. I love music, most genres anyway. I am not the greatest fan of today’s corporate sounds as I do not see many influential artists as there were in the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. At least not many that will have a lasting impact, albeit, perhaps Taylor Swift. But through Buffett, fans learned to experience other genres of music besides how his music was labelled, “trop rock” (short for tropical rock, the musical sounds you want to hear chilling out on a beach, sipping a rum drink). In recent years, it was not uncommon for Buffett to perform duets, especially with country artists like Kenny Chesney (“Hey Good Lookin'” cover), Zac Brown (“Knee Deep”), Alan Jackson(“It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere”), and pop artists like Lionel Richie (“All Night Long” cover) and rock artist Bret Michaels of Poison (“Margaritaville” performed live in concert). Buffett’s music had crossed over into so many other genres with so many different artists, only increasing more fans to his music.

The best story of Buffett though, is not in his songs, but his life. There are documentaries all over, as well as interviews. He has even been in some movies, one inspired by his fans, called “Parrotheads,” and the other, one of the best rockumentaries of music from the 80’s, “Under The Volcano,” about one of the most beautiful and influential recording studios and sessions, owned by Beatles former producer George Martin, recorded by so many well known artists, one being Buffett, until destroyed by the volcano of Montserrat. Buffett was constantly compared to Mark Twain and Ernest Hemmingway with his communication style, which is coincidental as both Hemmingway and Buffett spent a lot of time in Key West, though before Key West became the touristy place that it is today. But during his concerts and interviews, Buffett would share stories of his past, in regions with historical pirate and smuggling legends, often getting caught in the middle of his own legal challenges. But he always came out, cool and chill as ever.

One thing I had not known previously about Jimmy Buffett, was that he was born on Christmas Day. Perhaps that is one reason his music was perhaps one of the greatest gifts any of us could have to listen to his music.

Though he had to stop touring back in May due to undisclosed health reasons, as if being in your mid-70’s is not an excuse enough, I believe he was planning yet another album release. I know as of a few years ago, he was still sounding great, and singing live (unlike other musicians who no longer have “it” and should retire instead of using recorded tracks).

The one message that Buffett can leave a permanent imprint on our lives, after a 9-5 work day of stress and toil, “it’s 5 O’Clock somewhere,” and that means it is time to escape and relax. Enjoy life, just as he clearly did. With being a long time cancer survivor, music, and this escapism, has always been a part of my survival.

Hodgkin’s Lymphoma Month


September brings around again, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma Month, Lymphoma Month, Blood Cancer Month, and Leukemia Month. This year marks 35 years that I was diagnosed with then, Hodgkin’s Disease, now referred to as Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I still do not understand the need to change the name, after all, Shakespeare wrote, “a rose by any other name is still a rose.” Cancer is still cancer, whether you call it “disease” or just lymphoma.

To have survived this long, I have seen so much progress in the diagnosis, treatment, and after care of the cancer I was once told, “if you are going to get a cancer, this is the one to get.” Yes, my doctor told me that. Many of my fellow Hodgkin’s were told this stupid line. While statistically, it has one of the highest remission rates, nobody wants to have cancer.

In the four decades…wow that sounds weird writing it that way… since my diagnosis, most of the barbaric methods to diagnose and stage Hodgkin’s are no longer used, such as the dreaded lymphangiogram and the staging laparotomy. The treatments that were used to get me into remission, some of the most toxic and dangerous drugs and radiation levels, are pretty much obsolete or at least used in lower levels (the idea of treating more with less). And most importantly, if medicine is going to get us into long term remission, doctors now know that we must be followed up for the rest of our lives, because of the potential late developing side effects from our treatments, that decades ago, science was unaware of the potential, because science had no idea, it was never researched what happens to Hodgkin’s survivors who survive longer than that magical five years we all reach for, just to believe that we beat Hodgkin’s once and for all.

Something else we have now that I know I did not have back when I was dealing with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, a plethora of information at my fingertips, which would help to support my survivorship, guide me to important guidance for care needed for unexpected and unknown maladies related to my treatments. Social media would also bring together, and into my life, some of the greatest human beings I will ever know, my fellow survivors of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, many from all over the world. And I have met so many of them. I often refer to them as my “brothers and sisters” or “phoma homies”. The true inspiration for me, are my fellow survivors that are ahead of me 40, 50, even 60 years of survivorship!

I wish that all forms of cancer could celebrate the successes that we of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma get to do. But I would be remiss, if I did not recognize all of those who did not survive, or lost their lives due to conditions related to their late side effects.

I have no regrets in my life during my survivorship. I have so many things to be grateful for, especially my two daughters. I am blessed that I have gotten to see both of them grow up into young women, heading in their own directions now. They were not born yet when I had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, but they are aware of my history, all of those who have come into my life, and know the price my body has paid for that remission. And they do not hold back, when they have an opportunity to talk about their Dad, hoping that relaying my story to someone they know battling any cancer, might inspire them as well.

Though I have no control over my health, I have no problem stating, I am far from done. I may have page showing my next milestone of 40 years, but 50 years as a cancer survivor is my ultimate goal.

Thank you everyone for following and reading “Paul’s Heart” all of these years. I am finally 95% done writing my first book of the same name, and I do have three more planned. Please, as always, feel free to share my stories. If you are ever looking for the one of the ultimate cancer survivors to speak at one of your events, give me a ring/email. One of the greatest joys I get, and my way of giving back, is to inspire others.

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