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Why Bother Using The Word Cured?


Cured.  The only thing a person wants to hear after being told they have cancer.  And it should be that simple.  You get a cold.  Take some meds.  You recover.  Broken bone.  Gets set.  Heals.  But why is it such a problem to nail down the word “cure” when it comes to cancer?  I can only speak from the diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I have no idea if patients of other cancers are given the same speech that we as HD survivors are given.

This is exactly how it went for me 30 years ago when I was diagnosed, in the words from my oncologist:

“I don’t like to use the word cured.  Instead, once you hit five years, in remission, it becomes less likely that it will come back.”

So, that should mean that I am cured, right?  But why would he not just say that I am cured at that point?  I was willing to go along with just saying “remission” for five years.  Why could I not say I was cured once I hit the 5-year mark?  I want to use the word “cured” dammit!

My signature of emails that I communicate  to other cancer patients, includes the words “in remission”.  I used to use the word “cured”, but unfortunately, I knew too many who had either relapsed or developed new disease.  Which is not to say, that either is extremely common to occur, but rather, as people only reach out when a need arises, the percentage of people who fall into this category is still much lower than those who do not relapse or develop new disease.

Here is how I see it.

In November of 1988, I was diagnosed.  I began radiation treatments for what I believed I was staged at 2a.  At the completion of those treatments, I was told I was in remission.  By June, I was dealing with Hodgkin’s again, but now staged at 3b.  I had disease below my abdomen which either was not noticed before, or had been there all along.  Doctors did not say if it was new, or did I relapse.  It did not matter.  I underwent chemotherapy.  Again, I was told I was in remission.

And so I waited.  Month to month.  Year to year.  Hoping to reach that five year mark, so I could use the word “cured”.  I want to say everything was laid out to me as far as concerns: relapse, new disease, secondary cancers, and for the moment, at least the next ten years, this was all I thought about, unaware of just what was developing in my body as a result of being exposed to over 4000 grays of ionized radiation (trust me, this is bad, look it up, and I actually know people who had higher exposure), and toxic treatments using drugs such as Mustargen, Bleomyacin, and Adriamyacin (again, look up to what doctors now know about how bad these treatments are, especially in the long term).

As each year went on, and another year I got to hear “still in remission,” my anxiety about a relapse began to lessen.  And yes, once I hit the 5-year mark, it disappeared.  And so did I.  My doctors no longer had any need to follow me up anymore.  I used the word “cured”.  Why would I not?

I am approaching my 28th year cancer free next month.  Why can’t I use the word “cured?”  So what would it be called if Hodgkin’s came back?  New disease?  A relapse?  I suppose it would all depend on the cell structure and typing, if it was identical to the pathology from thirty years ago, probably a relapse.  But if a different pathology, then new disease.  And what about the secondary cancer?  While fingers would point to my HD history as an increasing factor, at the very least, they physiological change to my body and its immune system as a result of all the trauma and treatments would at least give me understanding as to why.

Of course, as I have frequently posted here, I have more than a dozen diagnosis related to my Hodgkin’s history that I became all too aware of back in 2008 with the need for life saving open heart surgery.  But at no time, was I ever fearful of my Hodgkin’s coming back.  That is, until 2010.

An episode of extreme pain, one that would result in me passing out from the level of pain, would have me ending up in the emergency room, with the following conversation:

Dr.:  I have good news and bad news.  The good news is, your Hodgkin’s is not back.  The bad news is that you have a 6mm kidney stone.

I had to do a double take.  Did he just say my “Hodgkin’s is not back?”  Of course it is not back.  It has been 20 years, why would it?  But here I was, in my reality.  That even after all this time, the first thing that will be looked at with my history, is the possibility of my Hodgkin’s being back.

I have seen so many different interpretations of this consideration, cured or remission.  I guess it is all about how you want to look and consider it.  But as one fellow survivor pointed out, for many of my survivors, they may be blessed without having gotten knocked to the floor with a late developing side effect, or at least, be oblivious as to why their body is doing or acting a certain way, or as many of us have found out, better to know and understand why, and how to adjust so as to at least slow down a process (it cannot be reversed) that will always progress and worsen.  I am not saying there is no future at all.  But at least knowing my health issues, and how to treat and or prevent episodes has made a huge difference in the quality of life.

And yes, that kidney stone was bad news.  I wrote about it a long time ago.  Check out “Birth Of A Kidney Stone” in my “pages” section of the blog.

So yes, even after all this time, because it has never ended, I use the word remission.  And I am okay with that.

A Reason To Celebrate


One of the best improvements to my life, with the adoptions of my daughters, and being from China, was learning a whole new culture.  The experience of travelling to a country all the way on the other side of the planet, and seeing first hand, where my daughters had come from, allows me to be able to relate to them, the many traditions and customs of the Chinese culture.  This is a promise that I have made right from the beginning, and plan to do the rest of their lives.  Yes, my daughters are American citizens, but they are also Chinese.  They are being raised as American citizens with Chinese culture.

Unlike the calendar new year, Chinese New Year floats in dates.  This year, it is slated to begin February 16th, and typically lasts for about 2 weeks. And I can confirm this.  When done right, as in mainland China, I was adopting my youngest daughter at the tail end of the Chinese New Year.  Firecrackers and fireworks never seemed to stop, even during the daylight hours.  Clearly, the Chinese love to celebrate the new year.  And why not?

But it is not just fireworks that make Chinese New Year so exciting and fun.  This is a time to look forward to the new year and all the blessings it will bring.  Food enjoyed such as spring rolls, dumplings, noodles, and rice cakes, along with chicken and fish, and plenty of vegetables are in great abundance and well prepared.  One side note, because I am a picky eater, I only eat 2 of the before mentioned items.  Clothing worn, though noting in particular, is always new (think “out with the old, in with the new, just as the new year).

One of the most fascinating thing about the culture of the Chinese, besides the fact of the many different dialects of the Chinese language, are the stories and folklore.  After all, one of the main stories of why Chinese New Year is celebrated, is about a monster named Nian, who lived in the sea, and would come on land, once a year to eat the people.  The legend is that he came to a home with a red paper on the door, and immediately firecrackers exploded behind him, causing him to get angry, and run away.

There are things you want to avoid during this festival:  negative talk, breaking ceramic and glass, avoid using sharp objects, do not take medicine (have to question that one), do not visit the wife’s family – which probably also ties in with no fighting and crying, do not demand money that is owed from people, and do not wish someone Chinese Happy New Year while still in bed.

A common gift is a red envelope with money inside.  One to avoid, is the clock as it symbolizes time running out (dying).

And of course, there is the great lantern festival.  So many decorations, it is no wonder that the Chinese start preparing for this festival more than a week ahead of time, and for many of the Chinese people, everything comes to a screeching halt during the celebration so that everyone can celebrate as family.  Like I said, I got to witness this in China personally.  It is truly amazing.

For most of their years, I have celebrated this holiday with my daughters.  This photo was taken four years ago, the last time we got to celebrate this holiday.  Next week, we celebrate again and as often happened, with celebrating with friends.  I am so looking forward to it.

Gung Hei Faat Coi (Gung Hay Fat Choy)!!!

Happy New Year!!!!  Year of the Dog.

Confucius Says…


Probably everyone reading this expression, has heard of it at least once in their lifetime.  And while I do not want this post to reflect politics, unfortunately, I have to make the reference and comparison.

In politics, we have what is called a “right wing” or “alt-right”, and we have a “left wing”.  And in between, there is the average right and the average left, and of course, the center.  The three in between at least hear and possibly consider all angles of a conversation before making a decision.  But the extreme positions on the outside, hear only certain details, denying obvious things that would rebut clear falsehoods.  This is the “little knowledge” that I had always heard about.

So, getting away from the politics, how did I finally realize how this works in real life?  A classic example recently occurred here, on “Paul’s Heart”.

The other day, I wrote a tribute to my late brother-in-law, who passed away from Lou Gehrig’s Disease (ALS).  I wrote about how pumped he would have been if he were still alive to see his favorite football team play, and WIN their first Super Bowl.  And that is where they story should have ended.

Instead, this happened.  And before I explain, I want to qualify something.  My blog is set up to allow comments to be posted on every story.  However, to control “spamming”, I have comments set for me to approve, which after I do determine if “spam” or not, they are published, with one exception.  I have no issue whether a comment is positive or negative in tone.  I have no issue if the comment opposes what I wrote as I believe in the 1st amendment.  But a comment will not get published if it is not factual.

So, I received a comment in my cue, from “Troy”.  And like some others, it was completely inaccurate, and totally missed the point of the post.  In other words, it was meant to attack me as a person and nothing more.  But, the comment is valuable after all because it proves my point and statement above, a little knowledge (or in this case, no knowledge) is a dangerous thing.

Anyhow, “Troy” objected to me writing about Mike.  A little history as I kind of know who “Troy” is, but barely.  I have only met “Troy” twice, and very briefly as “Troy” is a friend of my late brother-in-law’s wife.  “Troy” is one of several who have an opinion on my divorce.  But as the saying goes, “opinions are like assholes, everyone has one”.  As a rule,  I do not discuss issues of my divorce publicly, especially on this blog.  In fact, less than a handful of individuals in my life even know what is happening as I have tried to keep this private.  Here is where the “little knowledge” comes in to play.

“Troy” complained that I had no right to write about my late brother-in-law.  Though the reason given was that I was somehow mean to his family, which could not have been further from the truth as anyone in his family could attest.  Mike was like an older brother to me, a friend to hang out with, and someone to talk to.  So here we have someone, “Troy”, who I have seen only twice briefly, claiming a difficult relationship which not only did not exist, but never witnessed.  And then “Troy” made the pivot… to my divorce.

Again, having only met “Troy” twice before, briefly as in I may have not even said more words than “hello”.  But now “Troy” was going to let me have it about what “Troy” knew and felt about my divorce.  And you notice, just as I mentioned the reference to political beliefs above, I was now seeing it play out on a personal level.  The “little knowledge”.  And I am being honest, I have never even had any conversations about the “why” of the divorce with “Troy”, but from what “Troy” knows, “Troy” feels right and just in letting me have it, even as unfactual as it may have been.

“Troy”, I will respond to your comments anyway.  You have zero, 0, nada, nil, zilch right to ever criticize me as a father.  And you have zero, 0, nada, nil, zilch knowledge of the “why” of the divorce.  So there you have it, “a little knowledge is a terrible thing.”

Again, write your comments as factual and truthful, and no matter how positive or negative towards me, I will publish them.  The problem with the comment by “Troy” is that there was not even one truthful fact.  But here is the truth, “Troy” is not the only one who feels they have a right or stake in my divorce, and yet, are not even a relative at the very least.  And so, like the origin of the opinion, just going to deal with the fart considering where it came from.

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