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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.

What’s Your Sign? Mine Is Cancer.


One of the most common issues I come across patients is when it comes to dating, when is the right time to discuss that you had cancer, and as in my case, some very serious late developing side effects.  I had originally wrote this in various forms, but felt this small script would illustrate a lighter side, to hopefully take some pressure off wondering when would be the right time.  I will write about my own personal experience in a near future post.  As always, feel free to comment or ask questions, if you can relate to this type of problem.

 

“My name is Stephen. I have a friend named Paul. Poor guy. He is in the middle of his second divorce. If only that were the hardest of his problems. He is not a bad looking guy, and he is really nice. But for the first time in twenty-four years, he is heading back into the dating pool, that’s not the hardest this got. In that twenty-four years, he had to battle cancer and some late developing side effects from the treatments.

He has been reluctant to date, because he wants to be honest about his medical history, but has no idea, when the time would be right to bring his health up. I told him to go with his heart. He would know when. And with that, I set him up on a dinner date with a friend of mine, Josephine. They are about the same age, attractive, both have hearts of gold, and unfortunately share something in common.”

 

Hostess:              If you follow me sir, your guest is already seated at your table.

Paul:                      Thank you.

Hostess:              Here you are sir, may I introduce you to Josephine.

Paul:                      Nice to meet you.

Josephine:         Nice to meet you too.

Hostess:              Your waitress will be right by to take your drink orders.

A couple of minutes pass as Paul and Josephine exchange some chit chat. The waitress stops by the table.

Waitress:            Good evening. My name is Alyssa and I’ll be your server this evening. Can I get either of you something to drink?

Josephine:          I would like a glass of cabernet please.

Paul:                      I will have a glass of Yuengling Lager, and I had cancer twenty-three years ago, (he says softly and very quickly under his breath).

Josephine snaps her attention to Paul, unsure of what he just said following the word lager.

Waitress:            Very well. I’ll be right back with your drinks and to take your orders.

Paul:                      So Josephine, it is really nice to meet you. Please, tell me about yourself.

Josephine:          Well, I’m originally from New Jersey but have lived here for about ten years. I have two grown children. How about you?

Paul:                      I’m originally from Pennsylvania and moved here recently. (The waitress returns with the drinks) I have two children that I adopted from China because chemo left me unable to have biological children (once again much too softly and quickly for Josephine to hear what he has said)

Waitress:            And here you go… Cabernet for you Miss and a Yuengling for you sir. Are you ready to order?

Josephine is really confused at this point but nods “yes”.

Paul:                      Yes, we are.

Waitress:            For you Ma’am?

Josephine:          I’ll have the mussels for an appetizer, a Caesar salad, and the baked mozzarella ravioli with Shrimp in Alfredo sauce.

Waitress:            And for you sir?

Paul:                      I tried radiation first I’ll have the house pirogues with the garlic butter sauce… (Josephine now really concentrating on Paul’s seemingly subliminal conversation) And I too will have a Caesar salad because chemo worked better. And I would like the sirloin cooked medium my Hodgkin’s lymphoma was rare enough.

Waitress:            Very well. I will put your order in right away.

Josephine:         (looking for clarification) So Paul, you were saying… you have two children…

Paul:                      Yes, two beautiful daughters. I work as a laboratory assistant for a pharmaceutical company as a way to pay forward, for medicine finding a cure for me.

Josephine now totally confused, asks Paul…

Josephine:          Is there something that you need to tell me?

Paul:                      Actually there is. I just don’t know where to start. I’m attracted to you. And you are definitely a wonderful woman. But I’m afraid that what I am about to tell you, might ruin any chance I might have to get to know you better.

Josephine:          Why don’t you let me decide? What’s on your mind?

Paul:                      I am a cancer survivor. I had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma twenty-four years ago. I have had to deal with some pretty nasty late developing side effects since then. But for the most part I am healthy otherwise.

Josephine:          I must tell you, I wasn’t expecting to hear that at all. But guess what? My son, who is twenty-three just completed his treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and I’m sure he would love to meet someone who has survived for so long. It won’t happen right now, he’s recovering from his own complication from his treatments as well. That is actually what I am doing here. I have been staying here while he’s recovering in the hospital.

 

Stephen: Sometimes when we least expect it, and not looking for it, opportunity finds us. At times, it is more than just an opportunity; it might just be much bigger than that.

Cancer And Relationships


It is often difficult to go beyond the thought, that a diagnosis of cancer can go beyond that of the patient who has been diagnosed.  After all, it is the patient who is in the race against time to avoid one statistic, death, but become a statistic, survivor.  It is the patient who is going to undergo the testing, and the side effects from treatments.  It is the patient who is going to deal with the never-ending fear of recurrence.

But the truth is, when a patient has a significant other, whether it be boyfriend/girlfriend, spouse, life partner, that person gets thrust into a role that comes as much a shock as the diagnosis of cancer itself, caregiver.  Most likely, neither patient or caregiver has any experience about the path they are going to go down.  From personal experience, this should not be taken lightly.

Relationships have enough difficulty surviving without constant effort.  And when things interfere with relationships on a daily basis, such as money, activities, sex, stress, work, a cancer diagnosis, just as any other illness, can complicate things further, or at the least, create issues.

Non-binding relationships allow the easiest escape, but for those that are married, there is that whole “for better for worse, from church until hearse, sickness and health”, which in spite of my track record (one divorce, one pending), I do believe in.

When I was diagnosed, I was six months away from getting married.  I explained to my fiancé, that I knew from that moment on, I was not going to be able to give her the “fairy tale” marriage that she may have always dreamed about.  I might not even survive.  I offered her the chance to walk out the door, for another chance at happiness.  I would not hold anything against her.  It was my fault that I would not be able to live up to what I thought she might have wanted.

Let’s face it though, if you have a significant other, who is facing a life-threatening and critical situation, any human being with an empathetic heart is going to do “the right thing” and stand by their partner.  No one would want to be labeled an asshole for bailing on someone in their time of direst need.  But the truth is, that might be the best option after all.  Especially if a person is incapable, not on purpose of course, of meeting the needs, emotional and physical.

My fiancé became my wife.  The wedding happened as planned.  The honeymoon was altered because financially, and physically I was not going to be up to the physical needs for the plans we had.  I had just completed my radiation therapy before the wedding and I was exhausted.  Upon return from my honeymoon, I was faced with the news that I would have to undergo chemotherapy.

But through all of my treatments, both radiation and chemo, and during my procedures, she and I never talked about my cancer.  In fact, when I finished my treatments, and received the news that I was in remission, she took that as a release, we would no longer have to hear the word “cancer” in the house, and it pretty much was not to be spoken again.  And if I did, I was often met with “why can’t you just get over it.”  And I tried, but I could not “just get over it.”  This laid the foundation for the eventual failure of my first marriage.  We could not deal emotionally with the scars we wore from my Hodgkin’s fight, so anything that came along on top of that, money, sex, attention, only made things worse.  And when we finally had our first true husband-wife conversation, it was an explosion that neither of us were able to prepare for, and emotionally it was crippling.  That was the end of my first marriage.

I do not blame her, not entirely.  But I did warn her.  I did not have access or knowledge of how difficult dealing with cancer was going to be, like I do today.  Looking back, she lacked attention from me.  Cancer dominated my life, and when I was done with it, I found out, I was never going to be done with it.  But instead of dealing with our issues, and I cannot stress it enough, YOU CANNOT DO IT ON YOUR OWN!, we hid them.  Our relationship suffered, and resentment began to build.  And it was only a matter of time, until that resentment would come out.  I wanted to get help for us, but she did not see the need, until I told her I wanted to file for divorce.  And I even patronized her by going to two sessions before I filed, but during those sessions, I heard the same thing that led me to believe there was no chance of getting her to understand how I felt as a cancer survivor.  All I heard was blame directed at me.

Over my twenty four years counseling cancer patients and their families, this is all just too common.  Pride keeps us from wanting to expose our laundry to any outsider.  But the option of “just getting over it” does not work.

I believe you are totally blessed if you have someone in your life who will be completely by your side, not just through the battle, but help with the scars that grow from within.  And they do exist.  I am a romantic at heart, and I know this can happen.  But I cannot stress, please do not underestimate the emotional toll that a cancer diagnosis and journey can take.  Be strong enough to admit when you need someone to lean on.

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