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Cancer And Food


Seems like a weird thing to write about when it comes to cancer, no?  Not really.  Of course, maintaining a healthy diet, proper calorie intake, as well as eating balanced meals is crucial when giving your body all of the nourishment it needs to go through treatments, recovery, and survival.

I will not get into specifics of diet, as I am definitely the wrong person to give advice on particular diets.  Myself, I am still learning to eat the correct way, healthy.  And I struggle because I am such a picky eater.  But I am getting better at it.

But instead, this post is about warnings and restrictions.  When going through certain therapies, whether radiation or chemotherapies, there may be restrictions that you need to be aware of.  And definitely something you should ask you doctor when undergoing treatments.

For instance, when I was undergoing my chemo, the old and currently unused MOPP-ABV regimen, I was told that I would have to avoid broccoli and cauliflower which of course was not going to be difficult for me to do as this would cause reaction with my chemo.  But, there were foods that I did eat, and drinks, that I did enjoy, and if consumed could cause some problems as well.  I was not allowed to eat anything processed, like cheese.  And I LOVE cheeses.  But, seeing how I had been following the rules with everything else the doctors had warned me not to do, I was not going to jeopardize anything.  Until…

One thing I was warned about consuming, was caffeinated products.  Now, in all seriousness, I did wait until the end of my cycle, but I was really “jonesing” for a Coke.  I did not drink it during the entire two week cycle, but my wife and I were going out to a party on the final night, so I figured it would be safe for me to have a Coke, and smile.  I ended up having the worst case of indigestion that lasted well into the next day.  Now for the record, I did have other Cokes during the “off” weeks of my treatment with no issue.  But after that one episode.  I found out the hard way, if a doctor suggests that you do not do something, you listen.

Radiation therapy had presented me with a difficult challenge.  Because I am such a picky eater, one of the things I ate constantly was pasta and pizza.  And face it, going through treatment, weight was not going to be a concern, and it should have been a good thing if I ate all those carbs.  The problem is that the acid in the tomato sauce was no good for my throat area while undergoing radiation.  It was only a month, but I did as the doctors recommended.

Finally, unlike the stereotype of cancer patients, looking emaciated, I gained fifty pounds while going through my chemo.  The prednisone, a steroid, has a side effect of increasing hunger.  Hodgkin’s patients often refer to this amongst ourselves as either “moonface” or “pumpkinface” because of the weight that we gain so quickly on that drug.  I was eating pasta and ice cream up to four times a day because I was so hungry, and because I was picky, I ended up consuming all those carbs every day.

Most cancer facilities now have a nutritionist among their staff.  Just as with other facets of treatment, diet should not necessarily be relied upon by yourself.  It may be decades later for me, but it took me all that time to realize just how good it was, to deal with someone who understood cancer and diet, because they were involved in the cancer field.

Cancer And Music


Music has always been a part of my life, forever.  I am a third generation vocalist, though admittedly, at this point in my life, it is purely for enjoyment and relaxation.  I look for any opportunity to simply hang out and listen to local bands jam, karaoke, or even just tune in with my Ipod.  But for a time in my life, it was probably one of the most important coping mechanisms to deal with my battle with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and well into my survivorship.

Often times, we associate a particular song with an event, place, or person in our lives.  For instance, whenever I hear Chicago “Wishing You Were Here”, I recall hearing the song for the first time back in the early 1970’s blaring from the speakers outside of the entrance to the Thunderhawk rollercoaster at Dorney Park in Allentown, PA.  Every time.

But in 1989, as I was heading to St. Luke’s Hospital to begin my radiation therapy treatments, a song came on the radio which served as a stark reminder, that I was going to need great tunes to help me deal with the journey that was ahead of me.  As controversial as the song was, Madonna’s “Like A Prayer”, it reminded me that I needed more than just the doctors, nurses, and treatments.  I had strong faith back then, and just hearing the word “prayer” sparked that reminder.  But then I started to piece together a playlist of songs, that I would record onto “cassette tape” (for those of you that are reading this and are too young, the cassette tape is a small plastic case with a recordable tape inside, that we constantly had to use a pencil to re-spool the tape when the mechanism failed and just continued to feed the tape anyway), and then place the tape into my “Walkman” (yes, the predecessor to the MP3 player, the predecessor to the Ipod, which is now the process of whatever device is currently being used).  But every radiation treatment, and every chemotherapy treatment, I listened to my Walkman.  By doing this every day, I remembered that I listened to it the day before, which reminded me that I got through the day before, and I would be able to get through today as well.  Music took me away from the chair I sat in at the chemotherapy suite and allowed me to be distracted by other things.  And since the 1980’s brought on music videos, positive imaging, which I learned from Norman Vincent Peale was made even easier (and yes, “Positive Imaging” was the name of his book).

Now, as I continue my follow up visits, which require a lot of travel, I do use my Ipod, packed with music, and meditate while I ride the trains and subways to get to Manhattan.  This helps me to maintain calmness.  In spite of being in remission all of these years, I still face other health issues.  And I would rather be calm heading into my appointments, than already be torqued up, if given news other than I was expecting.

Cancer – Dear Diary


This is probably one of the most important, and valuable posts I am going to put on “Paul’s Heart.”  It is not bad enough that a patient has so many things to see, listen to, and think about.  But I am going to give you a suggestion not only to make it easier for you, but make a difference in not only your current care, but future care.  It is no longer good enough just to have a second set of ears or eyes with you at your appointment.

From the moment that you even suspect cancer, it is time to start writing things down.  Making note of your symptoms, your daily routines, and reactions are all critical when it comes to helping your care staff treat you.  But it goes further than that.

Of course you should always take lots of notes right from the first visit.  If you have questions, write them down.  Do not wait until your appointments because your train of thought can easily be derailed if a conversation goes in a different direction than what you were anticipating.  I do not care if you fill up ten sheets of paper with questions for your oncology staff to answer, if you have questions, you deserve to have them answered.  And I will tell you why.  You, YOU are a member of your treatment team.  You need to take part in your diagnosis, treatment, and survival.  Everything is going to happen to you.  You have the most important say.

The next thing you do, and will be the easiest to maintain, compile your own medical record.  Get a notebook binder, and after each appointment, after each blood test, every scan, every specialist, ask for a copy of your record for that appointment.  Most will not charge your for this.  Why do you want to collect what your doctors will have on file?  Because, the first time that you are sent to another specialist for any other reason, you want to have all of your records available for that new physician.  I know.  In the days now where everything is paperless, there can still be delay, or worse, systems can be down.  This can be detrimental when treatment timing is so critical.  Imagine, being able to walk into a doctor’s office, and being told that another appointment will have to be made, while records are obtained from other doctors.  But instead, you either pull out your binder, or if you are technically advanced (which I am not), a zip-drive and can supply that information immediately.

But another reason to keep these records, there may come a day, when other issues might arise.  Perhaps you need to apply for Social Security Disability or other reason.  Words cannot express the frustration you will have compiling everything, if you have to do it right from the beginning, gathering everything, from every office you have had appointments with.

I will give you one more example.  And perhaps one of those “I wish someone had given me that advice” moments.

Following my open heart surgery, courtesy of my radiation therapy damage, and it became clear that I was having other issues related to chemo and radiation long term, I had to venture into a whole new arena, long term survival care.  After finding a specialist clinic, in my case Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, the very first thing they asked me for, were my records.  I felt this would be an easy task as there were only two places I had treatments, one for chemo, and the other for radiation.

Turned out, my chemotherapy and office visit records had been destroyed by a fire.  The cynic in me thinks that was a fancy term for incinerated as I had not seen them in so many years, to lighten their load, the burned my files.  Fortunately my radiation records were still available, though this was probably due to regulatory reasons.  But by not having my chemo treatment records, the doctors I was going to see, were now going to have to estimate my treatment records based on protocol used back in the 1980’s.  Exact was not going to make that big of a difference because of the particular drugs used, any dose was going to be harmful to me long term.  But the point is, half of my records were no longer available.

Now, after six years of surviving my near-death heart episode, and in the long term survivorship program, I have a backpack, filled with paperwork from every doctor, every test, every visit I have made since that day.  It weighs about eighteen pounds which is why I really need to get tech savvy and put it on some sort of disc.  But the point is, every new doctor I see, either by plan or by emergency visit, I have everything at my disposal to help that treating physician deal with me, a very complicated patient.

Now of course, I cannot carry this backpack with me everywhere, all of the time.  So I wear a medic alert bracelet, that lists the following information:  my name, abbreviated history, and on the back, lists my doctor’s name and phone number, and the instructions, “see wallet for important details”.  In my wallet, I carry two laminated cards.  One card is an abbreviated history of diagnosis discovered, and the other is probably the most important warning, that I am asplenic.  I have no spleen.  This is important because as I am taking to a hospital, where germs and bacteria thrive, my immune system is compromised by not having a spleen, and preventative measures need to be taken to prevent me from contracting an infection of any kind… which with great ease could turn septic, and fatal for me.

As a patient, we have so much on our minds, and things can easily be forgotten.  If I give any advice on this web site, I consider this post to be one of the most valuable.  Keep records of your cancer journey – and that goes beyond treatment and remission.  You never know when you will need them.

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