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15 Days, Limits Of Group Size – It Is All About Perspective


This meme came across my feed today.  It could not be more appropriate.  Honestly, I had been hoping to follow up my 30th Anniversary post with stories of the adventures of my next ten and twenty years.  Instead, my last several posts have all been geared to help everyone understand the big picture, and why it needs to matter to everyone.

This afternoon, President Trump announced an extreme measure meant to help contain the spread of the Corona virus.  The result from this press conference is simply, politics needs to be thrown out the window dealing with this crisis.  If you were anti-Trump, you heard a press conference that appears to have nearly everyone on the same page, hopefully giving confidence that were will progress forward.  If you are pro-Trump, you should stop hearing (at least for the time being) attacks on the efforts, but rather, from the President himself, this is serious, and it is not going away any time soon.  Both sides should now be on the same page, going for the same goal.  Slow the progression, buy the time needed so that the medical system does not get overwhelmed.  More importantly, casualties kept to a minimum.

One of the hardest things for most people to accept, is being told their life needs to be put on hold, at least temporarily.  No secret, I am a cancer survivor, and I think I can speak for anyone who has ever had to deal with a serious health issue, when I say, “hold my beer.”

15 days.  We, as a country, are being asked to limit our interactions to groups less than ten people.  In some places, businesses are either being recommended or required to close to assist with this effort.  Chances are, if you are a healthy individual, the news of being told to restrict your social activity probably resulted in the same result that a teenager would give being told they could not go to the movies or mall with their friends under normal circumstances.  Que the eye roll and thunder as the pupils hit the back of the head, and the screams of exasperation at the perceived “end of days”.

I just heard a great analogy, that pushing to find out how much longer we are going to have to deal with this, is like asking a fireman how soon we will be able to move back into the house, as they are still putting out fire.

Perspective.  Also known as “keepin’ it real.”

My chemotherapy lasted 8 months, 240 days.  No hair.  Sick as shit.  Fatigued to no end.  No one wanting to hang out with someone looking like a freak.

My radiation therapy went 30 days.  My skin burning worse than any sunburn imaginable, resulting in a peeling that you could only imagine being equaled by a Hollywood makeup artist.

Recovery from open heart surgery, six months, 180 days.  With one full week in the hospital, 2 days in the ICU, I lost all my strength.  I needed the full six months to heal properly, before being able to return to work.

Enough with the sick stuff.  Are you reading this and old enough to remember the events of September 11, 2001?  Have your forgotten all of the changes that were immediately implemented, leaving us no choice to accept the way things were, many of which still exist today, some methods even stronger?

Do you think only bad things in our lives can make us appreciate perspective?  Nope.  I know it is a bad example, but how many have gone on a two week cruise?  Spring Break?  Family vacations?  The truth is, we have no problem with a “social distancing” when we are able to make that decision ourselves.  Because that is a good thing.  But you know what else is a good thing?  Keeping your health.

President Trump has made it very clear today.  We need to do this, limit our social activity for fifteen days.  It is not like we cannot do it, because we can.  But just as I lost control of my life to fight cancer, and the many late health issues have come up, of the events of September 11, 2001, this situation is no different.  I cannot control the outcome of the spread.  But I can deal with how it affects my personal life, which as a collective, will help everyone.

I have gone through this many times.  So can you.

Did You Just Call Me “Weak”?


One of my favorite movies, is “An Officer And A Gentleman,” starring Richard Gere and Louis Gossett, Jr.  A scene early in the movie has a recruit (Gere) in line with other recruits.  The drill sergeant (yes, I spelled that correctly), played by Gossett, Jr., proceeds down the line of the recruits, stops at Gere and asks where he is from.  Gere responds, “Texas.”  Gossett, Jr. returns, “only two things come out of Texas, steers and queers.  I don’t see no horns on you, so you must be queer.”

So, this is a weird way for me to start a post.  But I do so as an analogy.  The other day, I responded to another’s post about the current Corona virus pandemic.  The individual wrote, “80% of the people won’t even be affected by this, only the old and the weak.”  You can see why I began the way that I did.  Clearly Gere did not have horns on him, but that also did not give the drill instructor the right to insinuate and insult Gere’s character with a homophobic slur.  Later in the movie, Gere would most certainly prove Gossett, Jr. wrong.

I am 54 years of age.  By any definition, that in no way makes me old.  So, as many times as I have had to defend myself during this virus crisis, I am definitely considered high risk.  But that is not what the ignoramus wrote.  He said, “old or weak.”  And if I am not old, then I must be “weak.”  I pride myself in not letting comments made about me, bother me.  And as I mentioned in previous posts, I have issues, survivor guilt, in accepting my longevity.

But this snarky comment, “old or weak” lit a fire under my ass that I have never felt before.  I know what I have gone through over the past 30 years was no easy task.  I have never looked for an “attaboy” or a pat on the back for what I have been through.  I most certainly do not brag or complain.  This moment was different, my tongue, or in this case, my fingers, would not hold back.

My reply:

“Weak?  Seriously?  You are calling me weak?  Because I’m certainly not old.  I know you are clearly inconvenienced along with the 80% you made reference to.  But you do not get to call me weak.  I have dealt with cancer.  I was exposed to several toxic chemicals as part of my chemotherapy.  I was exposed to four times the lifetime maximum of ionized radiation.  I have had operations on the two main arteries to my heart because of my treatments.  I have permanent damage to my left lung from my treatments.  I was rolled out of my house at 4am on a gurney into an ambulance, dying from septic pneumonia.  Nine months later, I had another episode of that pneumonia.  I have no spleen (thanks to my cancer) which makes me more susceptible to illnesses.  There is more, but you get the gist.  I have a much higher risk of contracting Corona virus, or perhaps another term that might be used, more vulnerable.  But “weak?”  This is not the animal kingdom and survival of the fittest.  If I succumbed to the virus, to you, I would be no different than the 20% of the weakest part of the herd.  FUCK YOU!”

Okay.  He definitely struck a nerve with me.  Perhaps I was being a bit sensitive, or was I?  Clearly he was not a writer, or he would have thought more carefully about the words he was using.  Or perhaps his thinking was that simple as “survival of the fittest.”

For being as high risk as I am, and honestly, I can only claim that for twelve years of my thirty, because it was not until my first heart surgery in 2008, that I learned that I had all these factors determining my risks.

After the berating I gave, I decided on a second reply, not simply “editing” my previous reply.

“I have gone through annual virus outbreaks such as SARS, bird flu, swine flu, Zika, MERS, and of course, the annual flu outbreaks.  I worked with biological hazards as part of my employment, much to the displeasure of my doctors who felt I should not expose myself to those risks.  And yet, after all this, to this date, I have not developed anything, in spite of my being high risk, vulnerable.  Why is that?  Because I know my risks.  I know the procedures and the things I must do to minimize any chance of exposure.  And guess what?  That does not involve anyone else, other than myself.  That’s right, I don’t put that responsibility on anyone else, other than myself.  Dealing with this Corona virus, my attitude is no different.  But even my daughters understand this simple concept.  It is those around me that I have no control over, that can affect my risk.  I am talking about vectors.  You probably have no idea what I am referring to, so I will simplify it for you.  A vector is a carrier.  And that, is what 80% of you have the potential of being to the 20%.  You will either have slight flu symptoms, or just carry the virus, and interact with someone whose body cannot fight off the virus.”

That’s right.  No matter the many precautions that I take, my main threat is going to be the “strong” people, who carry the virus.  I have made my most difficult decisions to reduce my exposure to healthier people.  The most painful was to cancel travel plans to see my daughters.  I was to visit them for a birthday, but they live in an area that is being dealt with very strictly to control and contain the outbreak in their area.  For me to travel there would be like walking into a hail of gunfire and expecting not to get hit by even one bullet.  But I have also had to cancel their trip to visit me in a few weeks, for fear of carrying the virus.

You do not get to refer to me as “weak.”

I am using my head during this crisis.  I am not panicking and running out buying out all kinds of supplies.  I am not sharing any false information such as conspiracy theories of origin or cure.  I am educated and informed.  And I am hoping the end result for me personally, is that my experience will end just as all of the other viruses I have gone through.

I am a high risk for the Corona virus because I have cardiac issues, pulmonary issues, diabetic, and have no spleen.  I am vulnerable if you must insist on separating who should be concerned about Covid19, and who is just being flat out inconvenienced, do not call us “weak.”  Thinning out a “herd” is not an acceptable concept for humans just because you are being inconvenienced.

 

Looking Good?


These two images actually have something in common.  Do you have any guesses?  Well, the outer coverings of both, look pretty good.  I would definitely buy this red delicious apple from the grocery store because on the outside it looks perfect!  The other is a photo of me with a “friend” from a survivor clinic years ago.  He had just given me a compliment of how “good” I looked.  But what if the outside, looked nothing like the inside?  Well, then you would have how I describe my life as a long term cancer survivor.  The outer covering does not allow you to see what I am dealing with my body.

But how many times have you bought an apple that looked perfect, any fruit really, and found out that inside, it was either bruised or spoiled.  Do not worry, I will not show a picture of that as an example.  But you have likely seen that.  Again, that is how I would describe the inside of my body.  Again, will spare the photo.  Instead, I will share this snapshot taken from a symposium for cancer survivors.

First the reality check.  If you were to ask any of my fellow decades long cancer survivors, you would probably hear us all say that we were maybe told one or two things possible if we were lucky.  I remember, I was told a “chance of pericarditis” (inflammation of the heart), and a possibility of a secondary cancer.  Oh, and these were considered possible in the first five years, not “long term” as in decades later, because there was no known studies of such survivors.  There was no reason.  Why?

After we reached a magical 5-year mark, we were considered less likely to have a recurrence of our Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and it was likely follow-ups would end, deemed unnecessary.  So, we would basically go through life, living like everyone else, with one exception.  We just would not know it.  Our bodies would not age like everyone else’s.  In recent years, studies would confirm this.  But if you were not being followed up by a doctor who knew what to look for, often times, symptoms would just not make sense, and likely, out of frustration, a survivor would feel like giving up on pursuing the problem as there would not be any obvious answer.

Out of the above listed of potential side effects that are now recognized for long term cancer survivors, under chemotherapy, I now deal with:  bone and joint, dental, digestion, fatigue, heart, infertility, kidney, lung, nerve, osteo, and risk of other cancers (had a scare a few years ago).  I deal with 70% of those issues from chemotherapy.  As for radiation:  dental, cognitive, digestion, fatigue, heart and vascular, thyroid, infertility, intestinal, lung, lymphedema, osteo, hair loss, stroke risk, risk of other cancers.  I deal with 80% of the listed issues.  Under surgery, I live with 75% of those issues.  Hormone and immunotherapies did not exist for me thirty years ago.

So there you have it.  You cannot see it.  But it is there.  At least with an apple that is bad on the inside, you can just get another apple.  With my body, I do not have that option.  Neither do my fellow survivors.  So what are we to do?  I can tell you what we cannot do.  Just “get over it.”  Or another favorite, “stop thinking bad things, you will make them happen.”

This attitude for a long term cancer survivor will do as well as it would for the ostrich with its head in the sand.

It is not known who or why, someone develops a late effect or multiple late effects.  But if you are one of the unlucky ones, and you are not being taken care of, your fate is pretty well certain.  And those around you will wonder “he looked so healthy.  What could have happened?”  And if it is a fellow survivor who hears this news, the first thing we wonder, was it because of a late effect?

Awareness is the first important part of long term survivorship.  That begins with follow-ups.  Today, doctors know that they must follow patients “forever.” Why?  Because of survivors like me and others, 30, 40, 50 years out from our treatments, long enough to have secondary issues.  Participation in a survivorship clinic gives survivors the best opportunities to deal with things before getting too extreme, such as my “widow maker” back in 2008.  I had no follow up at all for heart damage, and eighteen years from my treatments, cumulative and progressive radiation damage nearly killed me.  On one hand, this is an advantage I have over a “healthy” person who is not being surveilled.  With annual follow-ups, I should never be in a “widow maker” situation again.  Well… sort of.

Follow ups today begin with baselines of everything from cardiac, pulmonary, and muscular.  Then, depending on the frequency of the follow ups, determines the course of action on current testing compared to the baselines.  For us decades long termers, there were no baselines.  For many of us, numbers and measurements are already at concerning stature.  But that brings us to another problem.

Risk.  Because of the damage done, especially from radiation, risk of correction sometimes is worse than the risk of the actual condition.  Therefore, what happens is we end up “watch and wait” until the risk of doing nothing is worse than the risk of correction.  As in this example.  Let’s say a carotid artery is badly scarred from radiation and is blocked 75%.  Yes, that is a pretty bad number.  But the risk of correcting it, carries a pretty high stroke risk, higher than the current risk of doing nothing.

That is how I would describe several issues with my body.  So far, two things finally got to a point where they had to be corrected.  The risk of doing nothing was worse than the correction.  I am still looking at two others… waiting.

So, once a survivor is aware, is when advocacy takes on a more important role.  Because it is one thing to know, it is another to protect yourself.  All too often, we put too much trust in our medical team, and that is not a bad thing.  But as a member of our medical team, that’s right, it includes the patient, we need to speak up when something does not feel right.  If the doctor says, everything went well, and you do not feel like it, you need to say something.  Because not only does our body betray us with these late side effects, though our doctors’ hands may be quite skilled, the final concern is the one that causes many problems, some times tragically.  Many survivors get through a procedure, only to run into complications with infections or other issues, and the body cannot take any more trauma.  And again, the first sign we feel something is wrong, even if the doctor does not “get it,” we need to convince the doctor.  Over the years, I have lost count of the many survivors who went through procedures, even just common ones, or suffered some sort of trauma from an accident or fall, or anything else, actually get through the corrective actions, get well into recovery, only to all of a sudden change direction, tragically likely due to infections.

And that is our reality, if we are “lucky” to know it.  So yes, that apple may be bright and shiny, and may even be crisp.  If the apple feels soft inside, of course the apple cannot feel something is wrong inside.  It is an inanimate object.  But that does not mean it is not there.  Well, my shell may be bright and shiny, and that crisp smile I share with everyone, unlike the apple, I do feel what is inside.  Just like the apple, just because you cannot see it…

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