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An Observation On Long Term Cancer Survivorship


As soon as I had completed my treatments on March 3, 1990, 30 YEARS AGO this upcoming March, I was prepared to close the chapter on my life that dealt with cancer.  It was done.  All I had to do was get through some follow up appointments for the next several years, and that would be it.

It was not joke what I went through between the chemotherapy and the radiation, but I did get through it.  And I was grateful for that.  It was all that I ever wanted.  The reality however, my body was damaged goods, not being able to do something as simple as donate blood or body organs due to the toxicities.  But still, I wanted to help.

I discovered a new pilot program called “Cansurmount” starting with the American Cancer Society.  The concept was simple.  Match a cancer survivor with a current cancer patient, and give peer-to-peer support.  As a cancer patient and survivor, an opportunity to meet or talk to someone else who has gone through what you have gone through is often more beneficial than common psychotherapy, because you are being helped by personal experience, not just someone in a suit and degree.

The program was slow to develop, so along with seeing other Hodgkin’s patients, I was also soon seeing patients with other types of cancers.  The program no longer exists, but I continue my efforts to help as many as I can to get through their cancer fights with guidance and emotional support.

It was during my initial year of remission, that I was approached by a woman, another survivor of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  Her name was Linda Zame.  And she was not just a survivor of Hodgkin’s, she was a long term survivor.  She had told me about a “listserve” of long term cancer survivors that she felt would be good for me to join.  I was touched.  But really, I was only months just having finished my chemo, hardly a “long term” survivor by definition.  She argued that my length of survivorship did not matter, I needed to be put on that list.

I went to the ACOR web page (American Cancer Online Resources) and signed up for the email list of long term survivorship of cancer.  It did not take long before I was shaking my head, “what the hell am I doing on here?”

Yes, this list was filled with long term cancer survivors.  But it was not a “happily ever after” web site.  These people had health issues caused by their treatments, and many, had nowhere to turn.  Medicine was not prepared for people who would live long enough after cancer, so studies were never done to see health issues that would develop (late side effects), and worse, how to treat them.  I was done with my cancer.  This site had nothing to do with me.  And off I went.

And then I got back on, around my anniversary, just to announce I had gotten through my first anniversary, and was clearly lucky not to have any of these issues.  But the site had not changed.  And again, off I went.  This cycle went on for several years.  And then I read about someone, treated around the same time as me, and was around the same age as me.  This was exactly the criteria I had been looking for to gauge my survivability.  But “Tammy” was not just like the others on the site, her issues were so extreme.  And worse, no one seemed to be able to help her medically.

I stayed on this site every since.  And during that time, Linda, would constantly be on me about “following up”, especially getting a colonoscopy, which to me seemed ridiculous because I was not even twenty-five years old.  But Linda knew what she was talking about.  She had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, but was also dealing with colon cancer, most likely related to her exposure to the treatments for Hodgkin’s, known to have the potential to cause a secondary cancer.  Of course, I scoffed off the recommendation as unnecessary.  I was healthy.  I stayed healthy with no issues, year after year.

My fifth year in remission, also brought me the unofficial release from my oncologist.  I stopped getting reminders for my now annual follow ups, so I took that as my release.  I was done.  No more cancer for me.

I continued my efforts to reach out to those dealing with cancer.  Hoping to be that inspiration to others, “you can do this.  Look at me.”

Then in April of 2008, reality hit me, in a huge way.  I was dying.  I just did not know it.  My treatment history caught up to me with a “widow maker” scarring of my main artery to my heart creating a 90% blockage.  It was not a question of “if”, but when.  But clearly, could have happened anytime.  I had symptoms for over four months, just did not realize what was going on.

And with that, I became one of “those” from that web site, dealing with the sever issues also.  I was now “all in.”

Now I was going to experience the many frustrations of these other survivors as well.  Where do you turn to for care?  If doctors were not educated about us, how do we find out who can treat us?  Or is it a crap shoot?  At the time, there were only three or four known facilities, Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, Duke University, and Stanford University I know of for sure.  But there was no way for me to get there.

Again, Linda chimed in.  “Don’t let economics determine your care.  If you have the insurance, find a way to get that care.”  And I made my first appointment with Sloan Kettering.  You can see my many experiences there on this blog, so I want to keep moving forward on this particular story.

This was a game changer for me, not just in my care, but also in the support that I offered to other patients, and now, survivors.  Progress had been made in treating cancers, especially Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, but medicine was so far behind in caring for the long term survivors.

This ACOR list serve became a critical communication tool to teach and inform other survivors that there was help out there, if they were able to find it, and get to it.

But just like progress, one of the main problems in dealing with our late effects, was not in diagnosing the problems, but the care for them.  Many of us would go in for corrective surgeries that were diagnosed, but would shockingly die following the procedures.  We were able to get properly diagnosed, but the after care lacked because again, medicine was ill prepared to deal with our complicated bodies, especially when it came to immunity issues.

In the late 1990’s and early 2000’s, I said good bye to so many long term survivors, not because of procedures to correct a late developing side effect, but rather complications.  Linda was one of those that passed from complications of what otherwise should have been routine for a “normal and healthy” person.

Progress is being made.  There are more survivorship medical clinics, now all across the United States.  And medicine is slowly catching up.  But us survivors know that we still have to rely on each other, communicate our experiences to each other, so that when we are faced with an emergency pertaining to our complicated health, so that we can “teach” our doctors what needs to be done.

And that is having an impact.  I have noticed on various forums that I participate in, that although there may be complications, survivors are not only getting through their corrective surgeries, but surviving events and issues related to that.

Which leaves one more thing… awareness.  Of the various forums that I belong to, it is not an understatement, that it is likely, out of over a 1/2 million long term survivors of Hodgkin’s lymphoma, less than five thousand know what is happening to their bodies, leaving their doctors frustrated, scratching their heads, trying to match up symptoms to a patient with a particular age or health history, that just do not make sense.

Up until eleven years ago, I thought I just felt like shit.  I did not see anyone who could tell me different.  It is a different story today.  So now, while we have people finally getting treated for their late effects, and the necessary precautions now being taken, there are still too many that need to be seen, and just have no idea.

There is life after cancer.  And it can be a great life.  We just still need to take care.

30 Years Of “Birthdays” I Never Thought I Would See


Today is one of the last milestones I will recognize in my year of “30th Anniversary” posts, surviving Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  And that is to recognize that today is my 30th birthday after being told I was in remission of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  Over half of my life has been spent in the world of cancer.  I have not been able to put aside the thoughts, the experiences, the memories, and just move on with my life.  Because, when I did, I was always served a reminder, usually in the most extreme example.

I remember the first comment I made, having just been diagnosed a month before my birthday as well, “I don’t want to die.  I will fight this and beat this.”  No matter how much negativity I heard, or witnessed people’s reactions to me, hearing I had cancer, I wanted to beat this.  I knew the odds of beating cancer were assumed to be difficult, though Hodgkin’s had, and still does, have a high cure rate, still too many do not survive.

My first birthday following the news of my remission, was ten times more emotional for me than when I was diagnosed.  My fifth birthday, not so emotional, but more of an acceptance, and recognition, “I actually did it.”  Ten years would go by, fifteen, twenty.  And if I am being honest, events related to my cancer past, coming to the forefront, I never thought I would see number twenty-five.  And no one is more surprised to be here, THIRTY BIRTHDAYS LATER than me.  Through the ups and downs, no one can appreciate what today truly means to me, including me.

I got married, twice.  I also got divorced twice.  I had two houses.  I lost two houses.

I was blessed to run a large youth group in my church, that trained me to prepare for teenagers of my own some day.  Many of these “kids” are still friends of mine today, with kids of their own.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever run for a political office, yet I campaigned twice for school board.  While I did not not win, actually lost the first campaign by 135 votes, not bad for an “unknown.”  It would also be the last time I would be involved in politics.

To “give back,” I was certified by the American Cancer Society as a peer-to-peer counselor, offering personal experience in survivorship and guidance with the many issues cancer patients and survivors face.

I held a career for seventeen years until I was physically no longer able to do my job.  It was work I never saw myself doing in a million years, yet, without the college degree, working in medical research, dealing with several projects in cancer, and even handling several of the drugs that I was exposed to during my treatments.  Talk about coming around full circle.

I have literally met hundreds of other Hodgkin’s survivors, and know of thousands more.  And the fantastic thing is that many of them are “older” than me in survivorship years (although some are younger chronologically).

I have written many things that have gotten published, but I actually got to see one of my writings be performed in a staged reading.  Not too shabby for a guy whose college professor told me, “you don’t have the intelligence to write a comic strip.”

I was recognized as Honorary Survivor Chair for our local Relay For Life in recognition of my 25th year in remission.  Yet another “mind blown” moment that I never would have thought I would see.

A movie waiting to be made… I had nearly fifteen years with the best fur friend anyone could ever be friends with.

But nothing, nothing, could mean more to me, thirty birthdays later, than to be blessed with my daughters.

My treatments left me unable to have children biologically, but that would not stop me from becoming a father.  Even if it meant travelling across the world, twice.  I definitely never saw that coming.

In 2008, I had to have emergency open heart surgery, as I was dying from a “widow maker” heart blockage caused by my treatments thirty years ago.  And though that episode definitely rocked me, as far as grabbing my attention reminding me about my mortality, it also stirred up a stronger fight, to say, “not yet.”

I am so appreciative to be able to write this post today.  And I have always wanted to see my next birthday, and so on.  And now, as my daughters are older, I am seeing the women that they are becoming, as the choices they make today, are determining who they are going to be, and I want to be there for that.  And to be able to do that, means I will have to celebrate many more birthdays.  And I know it can be done.  Of the many other survivors I know, so many are years ahead of me in survivorship, some, even decades longer than me.  All of us agree, it has not been easy.

But I am so thankful for the life I have.  I am blessed with my daughters, family, and friends too many to count, all who have gotten me here today.

There is a joke I play with my daughters, I do not tell them my actual age.  They can do the math if they want to.  They have the information.  But one number that will definitely mean so much more to them, is thirty.  Thirty years of birthdays.

Under Your Scars… There Is No Getting Over Them


The first time someone ever told me to “get over it,” occurred when I finished my cancer treatments, wanting me to just move on.  It was my first wife, who felt it was time to move on with our lives.  I would hear this phrase repeatedly later on in my survivorship as health complications from my treatment past, would continually arise.  Emotionally however, it would begin to start taking its toll on me.  And again, I would be told to “get over it.”

Like many other cancer survivors, I have my share of physical scars from surgeries, biopsies, and from the treatments themselves.  But I also have my emotional scars as well.  These scars have been diagnosed as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD.  And while the late comedian George Carlin actually did a routine on the progression and history of PTSD, I assure you, it is no laughing matter.  I will give you an example of just how powerful this issue is.

This is a piece of exercise equipment, called an “eliptical.”  It is named after the motion of the footwork necessary to operate.  It is a great way to burn calories and lose weight.  But for me, this machine almost killed me, literally.  And I have never gotten over it.  And as much as I really need to, just get over it, it is easier said than done.  The sensors on this machine would register my heart rate race from the low 70’s to 152 in less than a minute of exercise.  Now, there is more to the story, but for the purpose of this post, I could have died.  My cardiologist even went as far as to tell me, it was not a matter of if, but when.  This machine could have done just that.

Yet here I am later, participating in cardiac rehab for an additional procedure to my heart I had earlier in the year, and yes, I had to face this machine once again.  It is a part of my routine.  I should be able to just “get over it.”  I have nurses and trainers watching my efforts.  My heart is working as it should following the procedure.  Everything is in my favor now, and yet, I can feel the panic as I step up, and start stepping.  My eyes stare at the heartbeat numbers on the display as they climb to triple digits causing me intentionally to slow down so as not to push my heart, and at the same time, not giving my heart the work it needs to stay strong.

I cannot just “get over it.”

Music has always been a part of my coping, my healing, my surviving.  I have always focused on a particular song to help me deal with whatever I am facing at that moment.  And every now and then, a song comes along, and has a profound effect on me, to the level that I develop an entire new respect for a particular band.  And in this case, Godsmack released a song called “Under Your Scars.”  When the song was released, and I heard the lyrics for the first time, clearly I was going to hit “repeat” on my stereo system again and again and again.  Calling the lyrics powerful is a huge understatement.  And the music put to the words make the song a powerful anthem to those who struggle with their “scars,” whether physical or emotional.

Godsmack’s lead singer, Sully Erna explained that this unusual ballad for the band, was inspired after hanging out with friend and fellow musician, Lady Gaga (yeah, I know, how do those two acts get together?).  But as I read the interview on Altpress, Erna stated, “In the short amount of time we hung out, she made me realize that we all have these imperfections, these wounds that we carry (whether they’re physical or emotional) that cut so deep they can cripple us.  These feelings leave us vulnerable, or embarrassed, or even unworthy at times. And our human nature — when they’re exposed — is to shut down, rather than embrace them and realize that not only can we overcome them, but we can also become an inspiration to inspire others to have a voice and find their inner strength to show their scars off loudly and proudly to the world. Our ‘Scars’ are nothing more than our battle wounds from life and they helped mold you into who you are today.”  This quote is directly from Erna’s interview on Altpress by author Alex Darus, July 19, 2019.

The song, “Under Your Scars” goes even further than being written and performed.  It is now an organization formed by the members of Godsmack, called The Scars Foundation.  This non-profit organization is aimed at assisting those battling depression, suicide, bullying, and other issues, physical, and emotional.  Here is the link to the Scars Foundation page:

https://www.godsmack.com/scarsfoundation

You can see and hear directly from lead singer Sully Erna just what the Scars Foundation is about, and how it will make a difference.

While I am fortunate that I have help to deal with my PTSD and my various health issues.  Unfortunately, there are so many who do not.  And some cannot get help.  Many do not want help.  And for the rest, left with only questions.

Our worlds are often rocked when we hear of celebrities who commit suicide, wondering why, assuming that popularity, celebrity, and wealth are some sort of cure or prevention for anything bad in life.  Curt Cobane, Robin Williams, Michael Hutchence, Chris Cornell, Anthony Bordain, the list goes on.  In reality, my life has been touched by so many friendships and relationships who have experienced the realities of suicide.  Several of my friends I have known for a long time and never knew what they had kept inside of them.

These scars do not go away, physical or emotional.  You do not just “get over it.”  You find ways to get through each day.  You find ways to help deal with feelings through various means, one of which I exercise quite a bit, writing.  Whether by blog, diary, or book, expressing yourself in writing is a way to release energy from the physical self, and while it does not heal, it does help to give a chance to understand.

We all go through difficult times in our lives, and the extremeness of the event, does not make one less difficult or meaningful than another.  Pain is pain.  The only one who understands fully what we are dealing with is ourselves.  And if we are able to reach out and express ourselves to you, please do not say, “you just need to get over it.”  They are called scars for a reason.  Scars never disappear.

One final link I would like to share, https://us.movember.com/ .

If you are depressed or anxious and are having thoughts of suicide, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255.

Here is the link to the song, “Under Your Scars” by Godsmack.

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