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A Vicarious Life


At one point in your life, you have had to hear the phrase “living vicariously through the life.” But what exactly does that mean? According to Merriam-Webster, it is “experienced or realized through imaginative or sympathetic participation in the experience of another.” When it is said, under normal circumstances, it usually refers to some sort of thrilling experience or achievement. But it can also apply to trauma or a traumatic event. Living vicariously means experiencing more out of something, by imagining yourself right in the thick of whatever is occurring, not just sitting back and watching it.

It can be said, that parents often live vicariously through their children. I make no assumptions about any particular parent, but many seem really push their children in extra curricular activities, sometimes, too hard, sometimes, too unrealistically. It is one thing for a child to have an interest in something, say basketball. It is another to build that child’s life to being the number one pick in the NBA draft. Or you can see it with so many “stage parents” on television or elsewhere, who may just have a natural born gift or talent pushing for a golden ring towards a big break in entertainment. What is the motivation? That is the difference between a dream, and living vicariously.

There is another way to live vicariously, and as opposed to what I previously wrote, is more likely to be beneficial, especially to the one who’s life is being piggy-backed to. Perhaps a person fell short in their own life with dreams that they had, whether by plan or by fate (i.e. health had other plans). Maybe, in the hopes of a child, a parent simply wants better for their child.

I have done this parent thing with my daughters by “instinct.” The only role models for fatherhood that I had, were those of my friends who had fathers, and of course TV dads. As far as my friends were concerned, I knew their family makeup was different than mine, and as for TV dads, well, Hollywood is not necessarily accurate. Oddly enough, it was the things that I feel that I missed growing up, that helped me to make the decisions that I did. More importantly, I realized that probably the thing needed by my daughters most, was guidance.

Growing up, they learned values and morals quickly. They learned the importance of making decisions, which would result in rewards, and which would result in consequences. As I said, I wanted them to have a better start in their adult life than I had. Whatever cliche you want to use, trial by fire, school of hard knocks, there was no reason for my daughters to learn the way that I did. I needed them to learn how to communicate when issues needed to be worked out. I wanted them to learn how not to make the financial mistakes that their parents made.

It appears that in those regards, I have succeeded. Fortunately, everything has worked out in the things they have done, just as I said it would. It would have been nice to have gotten advice like I gave my daughters, from anyone, anyone.

But what about the fun stuff? My health history has made that a bit more difficult because I can no longer do the things that I once used to, especially with them. I am still about the opportunities that I want them to have and if I get to watch along the way, that is living vicariously through them. I get my greatest joy seeing their smiles, whether it is skiing, swimming with dolphins, or riding a roller coaster. Them getting to have fun, is me having fun.

The great thing in the end, is the direction that each daughter is going in, is their direction, their dreams, not mine. I want only for them to be happy, healthy, and prosperous. How they get there is up to them. They just know that they have my endless support and guidance.

A Scary Story


Back when I was a young kid, I remember being scolded by my Grandmother, “don’t sit so close to the television! You’ll ruin your eyes.” That was the simplest way to warn a kid. However, my Grandmother had a bigger fear, and just did not want to scare me, radiation emitting from the television. If she only knew, proximity to the television was the least of my worries when it came to radiation.

So yesterday, I wrote a story about the latest issue to reveal itself to me, related to late developing side effects from my treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma over three decades ago, osteopenia, a loss of bone density. Both radiation and chemotherapy are the culprits behind this diagnosis. And last week, my confirmed first injury related to that condition, a cracked rib.

But this post is not about osteopenia or my cracked rib. And I am going to try to avoid getting too nerdy or lost in the weeds with an explanation. This post is going to be about understanding, as easy as I can possibly make it.

First, likely all of us have been exposed to a minimal amount of radiation at one time or another, probably at the least, during a dental visit, having x-rays taken of the teeth. It is a tiny amount of radiation and does not last long inside your body at all. The actual time that it takes for dental x-ray radiation to leave your body is referred to as “half-life”, is so minimal, it is not even referred to as “half-life.” But when you are referring to the amount of radiation a person is exposed to either in a work environment or as a patient, “half-life” depends on the isotope and the exposure/dose.

There are a lot of different terms used to describe the exposure to radiation such as: sieverts, mrem, and grays. If I understand correctly, sieverts and mrem refer to the actual dose, while gray refers to the “absorbed” dose. Again, if I understand correctly, both end up meaning the same exposure. OSHA, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, puts the annual dose limit exposure to radiation at 5,000 mrems. Just because I happen to be more familiar with the measurements in “grays,” that equates to .05 grays per year. The lifetime limit per the NIH, the National Institute of Health, is 400 mSv, or 40,000 Mrem, or .4 grays. Again these are lifetime numbers. Now hang on to your socks.

In February of 1989, I was treated with 4 grays (also described as 4,000 rads) of ionized radiation, or 400,000 Mrem, or 4,000 mSv. You do not need to be a scientist or math genius to know, the amount of radiation that I was exposed to, and similarly many other Hodgkin’s survivors from that time and beyond, was not safe. It was considered experimental, and it worked. The question is, at what cost?

Up until last week, bone density was the least of my worries, but with a simple cracked rib, the condition of my spine, and my susceptibility to an increased risk of fractures needs to be kept in mind now. The increased time for a broken bone to heal, or increased risk of bleeding to death (especially during surgery) are quite extreme. Combine this issue with my cardiac (3 heart surgeries and a carotid repair), pulmonary (pre-cancerous spots on both lungs and other issues), endocrine, musculoskeletal, and gastrointestinal systems, radiation may have saved my life from cancer, but the cure might just have been worse.

Which brings me back to the topic of “half-life.” Each year, my department at work was required to hold a “radiation safety training” session. To the average co-worker, this was as entertaining as watching paint dry. But for me, a fan of the Incredible Hulk, and carrying likely as much radiation as the Hulk, I was one of the few paying attention, for the question and answer portion at the end that is.

Part twisted sense of humor, and part hope for cure, I asked the same question, which I was able to do every year, because there was a different instructor. Every year, I would ask the same question.

“What is the half-life of 4 grays of ionized radiation?” It was a simple enough question, short, direct, to the point, simple math. But I knew the reaction, and the conversation that would follow.

Instructor: That’s impossible.

Me: Yes, I know (I said with a straight face, knowing what I was going to do to him). But what if it did happen? What would be the half-life?

Instructor: That’s impossible, no one would ever be subjected to that exposure. They would never lose that contamination.

Me: Well, I was exposed to that, back in 1989, treated for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

I had seen the look on his face before, disbelief. It was not that he did not believe me. He just could not believe that it had been done to me. I actually know several people who work with the Nuclear Radiation Commission, and one of them actually broke down in tears, because even their employees are not to be exposed to high levels of radiation.

Instructor: (in a shaken voice) You’ll never get rid of it in your lifetime.

Translation? Radiation will continue to wreak havoc on me for the rest of my life, even when it comes to repairs already done. This is why many of my survivors and I, call radiation, “the gift that keeps on giving.” It gave us remission, but it keeps giving us more than we asked for.

The truth is, there are many like me. At least until the turn of the century, this level of radiation was still being used. Many of my “older” or longer survivors, were exposed to even more radiation than I was, leaving most of us with some sort of late effect(s) to deal with. We may not interfere with television signals or be able to cook foods holding them in our hands, or in my case, possess the strength of the Hulk, but the truth is, there are many issues, some quite severe underneath our “shells.” I have written often about the issues with my heart from radiation damage.

There are now better treatment plans as far as radiation is concerned. Medicine learned they can do more with less. There are better protections such as face or body shields (as pictured), and doctors are now able to beam the radiation directly to the tumor, sparing surrounding areas, known as “scattered field” (this is why us long termers have so many issues).

This conversation is indeed quite scary. But it is a conversation that awareness is needed. If all goes as planned, remission will get reached, but surveillance once completed is critical to catch anything that develops sooner than later.

Snap, Crackle, Oh Sh**!


It took long enough. It has been fifteen years, since I found out, one of my late developing side effects from radiation and chemo treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, would result in an increased risk for a particular event, in the case for this post, risk of a bone fracture. Radiation history is actually a double whammy as it impacts the healing of such an injury. For instance, when my chest was cracked open to perform the emergency heart surgery on me (for one of my other late effects), normal heal time for the breast bone I was told, would be about three months. Because of my radiation exposure, I was told to expect six months for my sternum to heal properly, not something my employer wanted to hear for sure.

Some time after my heart surgery, as evaluation after evaluation was performed on various systems of my body to determine late effect concerns, included a DEXA scan, a measurement for bone density and bone loss, one of the potential late side effects from both radiation and chemotherapies. Without getting lost in the weeds, results would diagnose me with osteopenia, simply, the little sister to osteoporosis. Osteopenia is a lowered bone density, where as osteoporosis is a full blown disorder. Osteoporosis is commonly thought of a something only women have to deal with. But just as with breast cancer, especially with late term side effects from treatments, osteo can impact men as well.

An MRI would confirm the effects of osteopenia, with the L1-L5 vertebrae showing facet joint arthritis, a wear-and-tear of those vertebrae, this was a late effect I would be dealing with. The most concerning comments made on the report, was the potential for an increased risk of bone fractures. I do not think of myself as clumsy, and following my heart surgery, and the reduction of my physical activity, especially anything with a risk of injury, was not really a concern to occur imminently.

And then last week…

I was sitting in my chair, reviewing some paperwork for college with one of my daughters, when I dropped my pen on the floor. I leaned over the arm of the chair to reach for the pen. I felt it. I heard it. If you have ever snapped a pencil between your fingers, that is exactly the sound, exactly the feel, that I experienced. I had cracked one of my ribs and instantly leaned back in my seat to relieve what I was hoping was just a cramp, soon realizing it was much more serious than that. One thing was certain, I knew what had just happened. This was not a simple crack like made with the knees when standing, or stretching the back, or cracking the knuckles. This was bad.

As I am prone to do, I process any crisis or trauma rationally. I do not understand how I can do this, I just do. But I reached out to my doctor, and the first concern is whether or not to do an x-ray to confirm it. With the amount of radiation that I was exposed to during my cancer treatments, he is always reluctant to expose me to any more radiation than necessary. To keep things in perspective without getting all nerdy, here is how this plays out for me. My medical history shows that I was exposed to 4,000 grays of ionized radiation in a period of 30 days. The maximum amount per year a person in the industrialized arena (a.k.a. work), is .05 grays per year. So, you can see the shit load of radiation I was exposed to, not just in one year, but covering so many lifetimes of exposure.

There are exceptions as to when I do not question exposure to more rads, and that is the concern that exists for lung cancer, as I have multiple spots on my lungs likely from my treatments. It is urgent that the moment any of these spots gain additional concern, response is quick before too late to do anything, and that requires a CT scan to do it, more radiation.

But in this case, while an x-ray will officially diagnose my rib being cracked, treatment for my rib, will just be care and rest. Therefore, both my doctor and I agreed, additional radiation from an x-ray was of no benefit to an increased shot of radiation. The important thing with this injury, my breathing was not impacted, so I was not worried about any injury to the lung. All I can do in the meantime, is “exercise” my lungs, to keep my rib cage expandable, which I do using a spirometer or singing around the house, anything to expand my lungs.

Of all the trauma my body has gone through, this is clearly one of the most frustrating, because I want to continue my “fitness” routine that I have been doing since my last heart surgery. My arms are fine. My legs are fine. But my rib is saying “hold my beer.” So, still no exercising.

One thing is certain, if I am that fragile now, that the simple act of leaning over something can cause a bone injury, clearly I need to be careful with any kind of fall, as already noted with the vertebrae in my back, my body is already compromised.

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