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I’m On A Need To Know Basis


On any level, whether as a child or an adult in the work force, you may have heard the comment, “The information is on a need to know basis and right now, you don’t need to know.”  But what if you really do need to know.

One of the knocks that I have taken over the years of survivorship from both family and friends is the fact that I am always reading things on line about cancer, side effects, and survival.  “How depressing” is usually the punctuation mark at the end of the statement.  No matter which way I try to defend myself, the response is always the same, “it puts ideas into your head” or another depression comment.

But let’s face it.  How would  you feel when you go to the doctor with obvious symptoms, and the best you get sent home with is a narrowed-down diagnosis and a prescription of prednisone?  Or perhaps you are given a diagnosis of a particular cancer or another serious disease and half way through treatments you develop a side effect that your doctor was unaware that could happen, regardless of its severity?  Maybe you do not want to feel as if you are going through a serious life issue on your own even if you have immediate familial support.

When I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Disease back in 1988, I had no internet.  The original doctor I saw even gave me the wrong diagnosis due to the rarity of this cancer.  I have even confirmed on documentation obtained from my oncologist that no one had any idea that I would be dealing with the late side effects from my cancer treatments.  I had no support groups and no one from my family had ever had Hodgkin’s Disease.  Even when I showed up for my consult before starting treatment, I presented my oncologist with a full page of questions that I had wanted answered before I even let them stick a needle in me.  I was told he “didn’t have time.”

That all changed in 1997 with my first computer and a recommendation that I check out this internet group that dealt with Hodgkin’s Disease.  From there, I found more than two dozen valuable web groups that offered support for Hodgkin’s Disease.  The only thing was, I was approaching my eigth year in remission.  I did not need this type of information.  At one point, someone recommended that I should instead check out a web group that had long term survivors from the same cancer as me.  Initially, I felt I had no place there, as nearly all of these people were dealing with such horrific late effects.  But for the most part, I was fine.

Fast forward to 2008, and I have been told that I need to have emergency heart bypass surgery due to late effects of raditation therapy.  From the date of my release from the hospital, I reintroduced myself to this group of survivors, and I have never looked back.  As much as a benefit to my soul to be able to relate to others, this list provided me with answers, and directions to find the proper care and information of what else to look into.  Yes, it has meant a lot of doom and gloom.  Other issues have been found.  And on at least two other occasions, resulted in trips to the emergency room, one via ambulance.  But I have been informed.  I know what the doctors need to know and look out for.  I know what questions need to be asked.  But it can be overburdening, like opening Pandora’s Box.

Wendy would much prefer if I were not involved with these lists, as are many others in my family.  There are those who simple contribute by offering “you’ll be fine.  These things don’t happen to everyone and besides, you look great.”  No matter how much I protest their confidence and my need for this information, I cannot convince them.

Recently, during my brother-in-law’s memorial service, a friend of his was offering a tribute by relating a story of how Mike had been introduced to another patient recently diagnosed with ALS, Lou Gehrig’s Disease, as Mike was battling.  Mike had reached out to this patient via email to offer support and advice, having “been there done that.”  One of the key things that was mentioned by Mike, was the need to be informed.  That his wife had often suggested how depressing it was to be constantly on the internet looking up things related to ALS.  Of course it is depressing.  But there is a comfort that only someone who has gone through similar can provide.

As Mike told the new friend, the internet gave him information that he could ask doctors if certain things could happen during his illness, side effects, emotional struggles, resources for handicap preparedness, and so on.  He learned questions to ask his doctors in order to assist his care, and prepare for his future.  The internet taught him the different types of ALS as well as stages.  He learned acceptance.  On his own, Mike could never have dealt with this.  And nor could I with my health issues.  It is a reality much to similar to that of the original illness.  More than 22 years later, I still learn new things about what is happening to me.

I know every drug and amount of radiation used on me and their side effects.  I know all of the tests that I underwent as well as biopsies.  I know the ramifications of a splenectomy.  I know that even having knowledge cannot prevent the inevitable of sudden onsets such as cardiac or sepsis.  But I am better prepared because I have met and know others who have given me this knowledge.  I am on a need to know basis, and right now, I do need to know.

I’m A Dad


Chemotherapy took away any opportunity to have children.  It was one drug in particular.  Had they given me less, future research even confirmed, fertility would be spared.  Still having the desire to have a baby with my 1st wife, those plans fell through quick than a piano being lowered out the window onto a clueless Wile E. Coyote.  The long story short, she did not want to have them and waited 14 years to tell me.  My marriaged ended on this lie, leading me to believe that someday I would become a dad.  All I ever wanted.

Almost immediately, and historically, I hooked up with my eventual wife.  All the awkwardness was out of the way.  She was looking for a relationship so that she could be a good Catholic mom,  I was looking to move on to yet another woman as I have issues with being alone.  Together, we discussed our options with me shooting blanks, no chips in the cookie dough, etc.  In spite of her Catholic upbringing, Wendy was willing to try scientific means.  Of course, we had to confirm my guys were definitely dead, which they were.  After all the testing, together we went through 6 rounds of artificial insemination in an attempt to get pregnant,  Some of the procedures left us feeling hopeful, this might be the time, only to be disappointed.  When those came to a junction to “what’s next” it was going to be the more expensive in vitro process.  The problem with that, we only had one financial shot.  We had talked about adopting, but nothing was final.  Until now.

My fertility issues had been resolved long ago, but nothing had been diagnosed with Wendy yet.  But she needed to make a decision without that closure.  In a calm voice, I simply asked, “Wendy, do you want to a mom, or do you want to give birth?  With one choice, both might happen, but neight might also,  But you can be a mom by adopting.  Is the issue that you are looking for all the pregnancy symptoms just to say you did it?  Or do you want to hold the baby in your arms?

We made the decision to adopt.  We found a local agency who held an informational meeting.  But there was a special guest, her name was Lily Grace.  But we fell in love with her instantly.  We were going to adopt from China.  Much paperwork later, a lot of money, we were standing in the notary office in Nanchang and little Fu Shu Ting was being placed in the arms of Jiangxi Family 7 – us.  The emotions were so overwhelming.  So this is what it feels like emotionally to give birth.  I know there can be no comparison, but for me, two minutes went by and Wendy and I  both looked at each other “We are definitely going to do this again”.  And we did, nearly two years later we had our second daughter.

Tomorrow, both start their new grades in school.  I have tried to prepare them, that it will be a little harder, which means a little harder effort at home.  But this is going to be the fun period throwing Science and Social Studies into the mix.  We have their back packs packed and ready to go.  I hope this year goes slower.  Their teachers are always so good and my daughters love having them for teachers.

I’m a dad!  I love being a dad!

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