Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

Archive for the category “Cancer”

If My Survivorship Will Mean Anything… Part 2


michael-2

This was Michael.  You can read about his story on the “Paul’s Heart” page titled, “Michael.”  There I go into more details of his story, as this post is about a promise that I made to his mother, following his passing.  I was going to find some way, some how, to get some very important information out to the general public, since medicine seemed too slow to do, to prevent another tragic ending, like Michael’s.

michael-1

I have met many other survivors over my decades of survival.  This photo is the first meeting I had with Michael (along with his mother).  Michael had just completed 12 rounds of chemotherapy for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I had already been planning a trip to Florida to launch a campaign of survivorship speeches, in celebration of my upcoming 25th anniversary of beating cancer.

I had known Michael through the majority of his treatments, communicating via Facebook, emails, and Facetime.  In fact, though he had been getting emotional support from me, it was actually him who would help me deal with a critical situation when my father was diagnosed with his own cancer to be dealt with.  Michael had included me on a lot of his chemotherapy treatments via Facetime.  And when it came to dealing with my father, I was actually better prepared as his caregiver to deal with some of the newer situations of treatments.

Over those 12 treatments, I do not ever remember knowing another patient who carried the outlook, the desire for the knowledge of what he was going through, and the ability to carry his family through the emotions of a cancer journey.

But just as I hinted before in prior posts, and on the page “Michael”, the one drug used to treat him, just as was used on me, and the majority of Hodgkin’s patients, had caused a reaction that was already known to have the potential to do so.

adriamycin

This is Adriamycin.  It is and has been, the go to chemotherapy drug for battling Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  And this is where this post is directed at everyone else.  Because this drug is now being used to treat other forms of cancer as well.  And while Hodgkin’s is considered a rare form of cancer by comparison, this drug is now being used to treat breast cancer, which affects millions more patients.

For those of us who have been exposed to this drug, many of us call it, “the red devil.”  And I want to clarify and state clearly, I am in no way trying to convince anyone to be against the drug.  Quite the contrary.  I am alive 27 years later because it did get me into remission.  But there is a small percentage of patients who develop a very serious issue because of this drug.  And with the inclusion of treatment for breast cancer, that percentage I am sure will climb.  Admittedly, this drug is successful.  And it did give Michael the declaration of “remission.”  When the picture above was taken, he was two weeks past treatment.

No, the warning of this post is not about the drug.  The drug is necessary until something better and safer is discovered.  But the seriousness for the side effect, no matter how small the percentage, is not taken seriously enough, world wide.  Protocols are now being established for follow up testing during treatments, as opposed to “baseline” studies done prior to the beginning of treatment and at the conclusion.  Because as the next parts of the this post will show, the technology is there, to make sure that in spite of the dangers of this drug, monitoring of the side effects of this drug are possible.  But the trick is getting every oncologist on board with just this simple technology that I am going to introduce you to shortly.

The Childrens Oncology Group today clearly states, what medicine did not decades ago, that the use of anthracyclenes have the potential to cause cardiotoxicity including but not limited to congestive heart failure.  COG has also written guidelines on the dosages to be used and frequency based on age and size, to be adjusted as necessary.  But only recently has it been discovered just how early heart damage can be detected and by what technology.

This technology was not being used by the oncologist that treated Michael.  It is not known if the oncologist was even aware of the technology or was just aware of the apparent low risk involved.  Michael was not known to complain about discomfort, but clearly, something was wrong.  And other than the baseline echo that had been done prior to the start of treatment, and the echo that he never got to have the opportunity to have done, there was nothing done between those times.  And today, is the third anniversary of Michael’s passing at the age of 24 from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

Knowing now what I know today, I believe his death could have been prevented.  Yes, Adriamycin is the top choice to get a Hodgkin’s patient into remission, and now it seems a choice for breast cancer.  But precautions and follow ups must be taken and done, to make sure that if something is going wrong, perhaps a different mode of treatment, or at least the modification of the drug, can be done, before it is too late.

Please share this post as this story continues.

 

If My Survivorship Will Mean Anything… Part 1


  • Author’s note – if you, or anyone you know has received an anthracyclene type chemotherapy, like adriamyacin or doxyrubicin or others, regardless of the cancer, the following post is very important for you.

1440700063544

I am coming up on my 27th year in remission of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  For many cancer survivors, reaching the 5th anniversary is a big deal.  But as any cancer survivor will tell you, being able to meet someone, who has beaten the same type of cancer for a much longer period of time that they have experienced the same cancer, it is really a big deal.  I cannot speak from the survivorship perspective of other cancers other than my own personal experience with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I was treated with 4 times the lifetime maximum of ionized radiation.  Mention this fact to anyone working in a nuclear power plant, and forget a doctor understanding the severity of that statement, a power plant worker knows that even they are not experienced to that much radiation.   I was treated with some very bad chemotherapy drugs, poisonous, destructive, not only to the cancer cells, but to healthy cells also.  Fortunately, the modes of treatment I underwent, have been replaced by a better understanding, better treatments, and better follow up guidelines.  But is it 100% better?  Hardly.

As survivors like me began to live longer passed our expectancy, we began to develop late term side effects from the treatments we received.  The bad part is, medicine was not prepared for this.  Research had not been done on long term survival because cancer survivors were not expected to live long enough to develop those late effects.  Survivors like me, became guinea pigs, human “lab rats” for studies to see, just what went wrong, though it resulted in long term survival, and what needed to be changed.  Only a handful of us Hodgkin’s survivors percentage-wise are aware of the many issues that we suffer from cardiac to pulmonary, muscular to skeletal, gastrointestinal to endocrine, psychological, secondary cancers and more.  The rest have no idea why their young bodies have degenerated the way they have, often with symptoms undiagnosable, and definitely not relatable to someone of a younger age than considered normal.  In fact, as I write this, one of my closest fellow survivors is currently in the hospital, being treated yet again (well over 50 different incidents) for an unknown medical emergency, clearly related to her treatment history.

I would love to tell you that in the 27 years since my treatment, medicine has learned more about survival and better cancer treatments and follow up protocols.  But the truth is, only a small amount of medicine is aware of such.  The majority of updated technology and information is limited to the larger cancer facilities along with guidelines established by the Children’s Oncology Group, which now clearly lists the risks associated with each treatment option.

This post, actually being written in 4 parts, is going to be the legacy of “Paul’s Heart.”  Because as you will read on, this story is not just about one survivor, one death, one particular cancer, but for many other cancers as well.  With this post, I am going to going to make my survival count.  I am going to make my survival make a difference.  I am going to keep a promise that I made three years ago.

michael-2

I am asking you to please, continue on with the remaining parts of this post.  Please “share” this story on your own Facebook page, group, Twitter, whatever social media you deal with.  The information I am going to share with you, is going to make a difference to someone you know.  Medicine is not catching up quickly enough, as you are about to read.  But with your help, we are going to help change that.

Please continue on to Part 2.

What Do I Want For Christmas?


I am fairly certain, as a child, I made a Christmas wish list.  I do know it never went to “Santa”, though up until I turned eight years old, I received presents from the fat man in red.  The next year, I discovered who Santa really was, and that ended the gifts from him.

I still really had no aversion to Christmas, though clearly I never really celebrated it with all the glitz and commercialism.  I most certainly never celebrated the day for what it was supposed to matter to me as a Lutheran.  But in 1988, when I got diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, I certainly seemed to know where to direct my anger.  In 1988, I never wanted to hear the word Christmas ever again.

Things were different for me in 1989, though I was still in the middle of my chemotherapy.  The anger was gone.  And scans had shown the chemotherapy was working.  And then I said it, “all I want for Christmas is for this to be over with.”  This is truly the first thing that I can remember ever asking for, for Christmas.

For the next decade and a half, I would never ask for anything for Christmas again.  I would participate in Christmas activities, such as attending parties, going to Christmas Eve church service (one of the two times a year I would attend Church), and even decorate, quite extravagantly.  Some say I aspired to be Clark Griswald with some of my outdoor displays.

christmas-vacation

While I did not particularly care for Christmas any longer, I did not want to ruin it for anyone else.  That would change with the arrival of my daughters.

1482423853878

I still did not ask for anything for Christmas, but at least I felt my heart get back into the spirit of Christmas.  And I found myself once again, getting involved with the religious part of the holiday by once again attending the Christmas Eve service with my daughters.

1482423861596

And seeing how much Santa meant to my children, I did everything I could to protect their enjoyment of the holiday, dreading the day that they too would discover that Santa was nothing more than a “belief”, or spirit.

Every year since my daughters were adopted, I would put on a Santa suit, and video and pictures would be taken of me placing gifts under the tree, eating the cookies and drinking the room temperature milk, just to have something to actually show Santa had come.  I even played with Pollo, our golden retriever.

1482423869516

And that is where the cover was almost blown.  As both of my daughters were excited to see Santa had come, and what he had done, my oldest daughter at age 3 could not help but notice one glaring concern with Santa.  No, not that Santa forgot the belt, but “look Daddy, HoHo’s wearing your sneakers!”  I would make sure to put the black overlays on from that year on.

But while I always encouraged my daughters to write a Christmas wish list to Santa, their requests were always modest, nothing outlandish.  And this they did on their own.  Neither daughter had been raised to be materialistic.  And neither daughter has ever asked, “is that all there is” following the conclusion of opening gifts.  And I continued to not ask for anything for Christmas.

Well, as usual, the question has been asked of me again, by so many, “what do you want for Christmas?”  This year, I actually have one thing I would like.  Last year, during the Christmas break, my children visited me.

1459800853696

That to me was the best gift they could have ever given to me.  And so, that is what I have asked for again this year.

The funny thing is, in conversation with my daughters the other night, my youngest had mentioned that she wanted to buy me something for Christmas.  But my oldest was very quick to chime in, “our going to visit Dad is his Christmas gift.”  I am so proud of my daughters as it is, but my oldest hit the nail right on the head.  She knows me well enough, to be with them once again, is all I want for Christmas.

See you soon.

Merry Christmas everyone.  Happy Chanukah.  And Happy New Year.

 

Post Navigation