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32, But Who Is Counting?


Each year, when these special dates pop up, I can somehow discover that there is still room left to be humbled. Today begins my 32 year recognizing blood cancers, in particular, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Diagnosed in November of 1988, I finished my treatments on March 3, 1990, the date I consider my anniversary as a survivor.

To this day, still considered a rare form of cancer, less than 9,000 will be diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma according to the NCI’s Division of Cancer Control and Population Sciences (DCCPS), making up .5% of all new cancer diagnosis. From 2011-2017, it carried a 5-year survival rate of 88.3%, one of the highest rates of survival for a cancer, which depending on the type of Hodgkin’s, some sub-rates can reach as high as 94%.

While these are fantastic numbers, there is a downside. Blood cancers do not get the recognition and support that big cancers such as breast cancer, lung cancer, and colon cancer receive. And this by no means is meant to rank one cancer over another, but it also does not mean that blood cancers should not have just as much focus, especially with a success rate as high as it does. And this is what that matters.

I was treated with 4000 grays of ionized radiation and a very toxic cocktail of chemotherapy. Both of these modes are no longer used in treating Hodgkin’s and this is due to research and progress in just three decades. But as anyone involved in radiation will tell you, being exposed to the amount of radiation I was, is a very bad thing. Sadly, there are survivors before my time, that were exposed to far worse levels. And out of the seven drugs I was given to fight my cancer, three are still being used today, still dangerous, but still necessary because nothing has been found to replace them. And with a high success rate, science and research does not really place that urgent a need to “finish the job.”

My health issues from my treatments are well documented throughout the years of “Paul’s Heart.” Over the last thirteen years, and twice in the last three years, I have faced lifesaving corrective surgeries to my cardiac system (double bypass, a stent, and carotid stenting).

And as big as the number 32 is, .2%, or roughly 960 annual deaths from Hodgkin’s (or its complications from treatments) is an even more important number. There have been so many that I have met in person, or through the internet who have inspired me, encouraged me, who are no longer here, placing me in the position that I was once in, hopefully providing inspiration in longevity for those Hodgkin’s patients and survivors who have come after me. My friends who have passed on are never forgotten, and many, their loss still continues to have an impact on me.

This year, as well as the last, has been a challenging one, with surviving cancer not being enough. For over a year and a half, and likely for the rest of our lives, at least mine, Covid19 will always be a part of my survival, and the need to avoid it. I do all that I can, from recommended mitigation efforts to prevention, and so far it has worked. I credit my endurance with this effort to what I went through with my battle with Hodgkin’s. I know what needs to be done because I trust my doctors, and I have excellent support behind my efforts. I can only wish it did not take a health crisis like cancer for people to understand the seriousness and the steps needed to get through this crisis.

In November, I will mark thirty three years since my diagnosis, and in March, my thirty second year of survival (having finished my treatments). My special calendar on this page has my 40th countdown set, but if I am being totally honest, my goal is to hit the 50th “club” of which I actually know quite a few. Imagine, there are people who have survived cancer over five decades. I never thought that would have been possible 32 years ago.

As always, thank you for reading, and thank you for your support.

Paul

MaryAnn


Last evening, I had received news, that a fellow long term Hodgkin’s Lymphoma survivor had unexpectedly passed. If you have followed my blog, I have written about the many health issues that we face, that for normal healthy people to overcome is not as risky, but because of our complicated exposure to extreme levels of toxicity of treatments decades ago, there are times when the body just cannot take anymore.

I have been blessed over my survivorship to have met so many others in similar situations like me, whether it be in person, or on-line. Some I connect with more often than others, a lot of that having to do with similarities of symptoms and diagnosis.

Besides our similarities of Hodgkin’s and long term health issues, she also resided near where I used to live. This served as a common “ice breaker” to open conversation about any health struggle we were having. MaryAnn was a loving parent and grandparent, something I am half-way through my journey currently (and am hoping to wait on the second part for a bit longer). As a friend on social media, I saw all the wonderful doting on her grandchildren. She was a very proud and happy grandmother.

She loved to travel. And if there was a second most favorite topic for her after her children and grandchildren, according to her social pages, it was animals. MaryAnn loved animals, a lot.

But as long term survivors, we deal with a lot of serious moments at times. And we all have our own defense mechanisms to get us through each of those situations. And honestly, that is what I am going to remember most about MaryAnn.

She very rarely posted her actual photo as a profile picture. But seemingly every day, she would post some sort of characature, often reminding me of claymation, of doll-appearing characters, in various display. Some would be comical, serious, and honestly, some a bit twisted. But I often looked forward to the frequent notification of the profile picture change. It was always entertaining.

As I said, this was not something that was expected to happen, yet is something that survivors have learned to expect. And when one of our survivors passes in this manner, it is a stark reminder to us, to make sure that we take advantage of every day that we have. Her mother had just passed away less than two weeks ago, and prior to that, she was experiencing some common symptoms (to survivors anyway), that would be addressed. There had been no indication that she was in dire trouble with her health. Only in the past few days did it appear it was going to be much more serious.

MaryAnn will be missed in our “family” of survivors. And I will miss the anticipation of the “profile picture of the day” from her. She will me missed.

What Kind Of Argument Would You Prefer?


We were in the single digits of cases of Covid19, when I began mentally preparing for what was likely ahead. That was January of 2020. Being immuno-compromised, it is in my best interest to know about outbreaks that can impact me, and the best way to prevent contracting a virus or at least protect myself as best possible.

It has been over a year and a half, twenty months, that I began precautions and planning. Soon after, as the recommendations came, to wear a mask, keep a certain distance from others, and for the life of me, I will never figure why we needed to be reminded of this, but to wash our hands.

Just as the express lane of a highway gets you to the same destination as the other lanes being travelled, I got my information from a medical “highway” of knowledge, my doctors, a.k.a the express lanes, and the rest of the information from reputable sources. And most times, like the both lanes of the highway, both of my sources got me to the same place, occasionally there were some detours, and when that occurred, I stayed in the express lane with my doctors.

What I am going to state now, is not fact, well at least not to you, reading this, it is purely anectdotal, a story, unless you personally know me that you can confirm this, it is not science, so other than my words, there are no facts. But I can tell you, this is the truth. Twenty months, wearing a mask, distancing, washing hands, staying away from indoor activities as best as I can, I have not contracted Covid19 (as I quickly run to knock on wood). In other words, I took the advice, that my doctors and others recommended, and used it, and it has been successful to this point.

Hence, the first equation, 1 + 1 = 2. It is something that can pretty much be agreed on. And as simple as this equation is, it should have been this simple in dealing with Covid19, just as we had with SARS, swine flu, MERS, and others. Instead, a different kind of math occurred, resulting in an argument equivalent as saying 1 + 1 = 3. While the calculation is clearly wrong, it is close enough to have a strong debate, or a hot argument. Sides soon emerge, agreeing with fact, that the correct answer is 2, while others cling to not just the possibility of the answer being 3, but willing to make it work.

This kind of argument was troubling, because it would lead to where we are today. What would have otherwise just been another virus that we would have had things in place to deal with, politics was introduced into a health crisis, where it had no business being put. The fuse lighting that stick of TNT? A president only liked by half of the citizens, rushing in quick defense of the president before the first attack from any opposition. Realizing this was going to be more serious than anticipated, and this is on video footage forever, the president downplayed the seriousness from beginning on, even as cases climbed and people died. I do not want to get lost in weeds here, because this stage is not my point. My point was, just as the erroneous middle equation, things were close enough to make the argument, and keep it going, and sometimes, quite angrily.

But here we are, twenty months later, and like an Abbot And Costello routine, a different type of argument has emerged, and now it is a matter of, is this the type of argument you want to keep having, because just as absurd as 1 + 1 = 5 is, so is where we are at in August of 2020, and there seems to be no end, although we have the methods and the means to do so.

The problem with the Abbot and Costello routine, is that Lou Costello actually made it work, three different ways. The video is much more compelling than me explaining it and showing pictures, but he could divide 7 into 28 thirteen times, multiply 13 times 7 to get 28, and add 13 seven times and get 28. And this was before “new math” came along.

But this is where we are today with Covid19. There are people making a similar argument style to Covid19 as Abbot and Costello did with math. Just like that, likely to make you want to pull your hair out.

Science is not perfect. Science is not the truth, it is about finding the truth, and that means that there will be mistakes along the way. I know way too many people who did not take the precautions that I did and came down with Covid19, and too many who died from it. I also know some who did follow the precautions, and whether fatigue or letting their guard down, came down with Covid19 as well. And even fellow Hodgkin’s survivors with issues similar to mine, came down with Covid19, amazingly, hardly any casualties that I am aware of anyway. And that I will attribute to the way we survivors are more concerned about our health given all we have gone through.

I am truly disgusted at the efforts at this point, which now have our situation heading way worse than last year. Seriously, referring to a mask as a muzzle? Do those making that argument even know what a muzzle is and what it is used for? Not even close. Arguing that freedom and liberty are lost? Get out of here. I am as free today as the day I was born 55 years ago. The dichotomy between arguing over public health and liberty/freedom is ridiculous, as liberty and freedom have nothing to do with surviving Covid19.

But like I said, after arguing for twenty months that 1 + 1 does not = 3, I neither have the patience or the will to argue with anyone trying to make sense that 1 + 1 = 5.

The only correct answer to the equation of 1 + 1 = 2. If we are to get through Covid19 once and for all, wear the damn mask. Get the damn vaccine. Stop spreading the virus, keeping distance and washing hands. We were once at the point just a month ago of 11,000 cases a day after being over 200,000 a day back in the Winter. We are now back over 130,000 and skyrocketing. 1 + 1 = 2 damnit!

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