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A Call For A New Protocol


This one is for you my friend…

While the Affordable Care Act goes a long way for protecting cancer patients and survivors with its protection against pre-existing conditions, there is one issue that is not even being conceived.

When we undergo our cancer treatments, we are subject to multiple blood tests to see if our bodies are capable of handling the toxins that are sent through our veins or body, whether chemical or radiation. If our levels are too low, treatments are either reduced or delayed until our numbers are better. This is a good thing. As a patient, you want to be able tolerate the treatments, receive the maximum benefit of the treatment, to ensure the treatment results in remission, a cure.

So great, we check the bloodwork, but what about the rest of the body? What protocol is there for following up body organs possibly affected by either chemotherapy or radiation? Sure, there is most likely a baseline study done prior to the beginning of treatments, but after that, when is the next scan of the body planned? Probably not until months after treatments end. But by then, it could be too late. I received several toxic drugs and radiation. I am going to refer to one of the drugs I was given. Now for the record, as I have spoken before about my cardiac issues having been provoked by radiation damage, I do have valve issues that have been caused by either radiation, or this particular drug. I will talk about other chemotherapeutic drugs in other posts. But for this one, I want to talk about an Anthracyclene, called Adriamyacin.

First, understand this, Adriamyacin was a critical component in my cure of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma years ago. It is very successful in treating Hodgkin’s. However, for some patients, and low numbers are often quoted, the drug is lethal and difficult to handle. Surveillance is critical during its administration, yet it is not given that priority because of the low number of patients affected. My argument is this, if you know that the drug has the potential to damage the heart, especially when it comes to young children or adults who may be smaller than the average patient, why would doctors choose not to pay more attention to the cardiac risks of their patients? I have a solution which I will get to in the end of this post, but first, I need you to understand Adriamyacin.

Anthracyclene drugs are Adriamyacin, Doxorubicin, Daunorubicin, Daunomycin, Cerubidine, Idarubicin, Idamycin, Mitoxantrone, Novantone, Epirubicin. These drugs are known to weaken the heart muscle in a diagnosis called cardiomyopathy, lead to arrhythmias, valve stenosis, scarring or some other coronary artery disease. These issues can lead to heart attacks or even congestive heart failure. Factors that play a role on the possibility of these effects are age, total dose of the drug, if radiation involved, and any other drugs that affect the heart used.

So, how do we use a drug that is extremely successful in curing Hodgkin’s, and prevent it from doing the damage to the heart? Simple, just as we do routine bloodwork, I am making the recommendation for mandatory echocardiograms or MUGA scans at the least, mid-way through treatments. Not just at the beginning, and three months after treatments end, but at the least, mid-way, so that if damage does begin to show, treatment can be changed to something that will not lead to any patient dying. Even if this protocol saves just one life, that echocardiogram is a small price to pay to prevent the loss of a life or the costs associated with extreme lifesaving measures.

I lost a friend, a fellow Hodgkin’s survivor because there was nothing in place to determine that the Adriamycin had damaged his heart during the treatments. Like me, he never complained during his treatments about how he was feeling, even if the doctor was specific in questioning, nothing was going to stand in the way of getting through treatments. Chemo is supposed to make you feel like shit. We should not have to repeat it. But had the doctor ordered a simple echocardiogram or MUGA scan, I cannot say for certainty that would have prevented his demise, but it certainly would have identified the cardiac issue sooner, than later.

Do not misunderstand me, the drug is a good drug for curing Hodgkin’s. But even the small risk of a fatal side effect warrants the screening tool of a simple echocardiogram or Muga scan at the least mid-way through treatments. There are other drugs that could be used, though this one is definitely one of the best. But surveillance is necessary.

So here are two things I would like you, a follower of “Paul’s Heart” to do, in memory of my friend:

1) Pay attention to symptoms, and speak out = shortness of breath, dizziness, fatigue, chest pain, heartbeat issues, swollen feet and legs, coughing and wheezing (yes, even though you think coughing would be pulmonary related, it is a major symptom of congestive heart failure). When going through treatment, it is one thing to be tough, another to be foolish

2) This information must be made public and it will start here. Please forward this post, “share” it on Facebook, Twitter, any media. Forward it to news outlets to their health departments.

I do need to give recognition for some of the information that I supplied here, and it comes from the Children’s Oncology Group (link is listed on the cover page of this site). But most importantly, I need my friend to know, I will do all that I can to prevent someone else from having to go through the same fate.

A History Lesson That Pays Off


There is an expression that explains the importance of having had to learn history while in school, that it was important to learn history so as to prevent it from being repeated. And while the saying is probably intended for major events in national and world activities, it can apply to our private lives as well.

But just as learning from history to prevent bad things from being repeated, history can help us as a teaching tool to learn what has worked, was memorable, and definitely repeatable.

Today was one of those lessons that was worth repeating. This particular weekend is a dream weekend for me as a father. I get to spend the entire weekend with my daughters from the time I left work on Friday through tomorrow night. And I am taking full advantage of that time, which does not come often enough these days.

My daughters are at a very fun stage now in their lives, very active, very curious, and unfortunately for me as their father, very adventurous. But now instead of just trips to the movies or Chuck E. Cheese, they want other forms of physical and emotional stimulation. They want to be challenged. And for that, I refer back to my history of things that I liked to do as a child their age.

Earlier this year, I finally had them learn how to ski. My memories of learning to ski were a bit more chaotic, so I took the right steps for them, and had a professional teach them to ski, and it was positive for them, and they will continue to ski.

I recall all the wonderful things I got to experience being involved in music with various touring opportunities and now get to enjoy them as a spectator and supporter for my daughters in their performances. I got to sing at a lot of cool places, but never in a professional sports arena or for a professional sports game. My daughter did.

So today, I dug deep. It was a beautiful Spring day weather-wise and I was going to take full advantage of it. First, a picture with the Easter Bunny (for my daughters, not with me). Then it was a visit to my father and stepmother. And with being in that general area, I realized how close I was to a favorite childhood location, a wildlife preserve, now being called a zoo. It is not large like Philly or DC, but for two young children, they got to see a lot of animals and without the hustle and bustle of a major zoo. And with it being a preserve, the animals had a lot more freedom of movement. But of course, if you have been to one zoo, you have been to them all as a child. As we left the preserve, there were more exhibits with larger animals such as elk and bison, and then just as we left the preserve is a pretty decent creek and the only way to get across that creek is over an underwater bridge which kind of sounds like an oxymoron. But imagine this…

We have all seen the foolish people on the news who have tried to drive through flood waters to disastrous results, yet this is exactly what you will practically do as you drive through this creek. The bridge is underwater, but not in tunnel form. It is a platform about a foot and a half below the surface of the water, but deep enough into the creek bed. But kids love driving through this water. This was a simple pleasure for my children that I remembered.

With plenty of daylight left on this beautiful Spring day, I decided to take my daughters further north into the Poconos to a place called “boulder field”. It is a huge area of boulders that were pushed by glaciers thousands and thousands of years ago. What it is, is one of the nations largest free playgrounds with boulders to climb as far as the eyes could see. And my daughters wasted no time traversing the rock maze. I constantly had to yell to my younger daughter to slow down as she showed the most agility and with no effort at all, was more than two minutes ahead of my other daughter and myself. I recall how much I enjoyed climbing over all those boulders, visit after visit.

But my walk down natural memory lane concluded with a visit to the lake in that same state park. My daughter had mentioned about wanting to go to a beach, and I was able to give her that wish as well. In fact, for April, with air temperatures in the lower sixties, my daughters had no problem whipping off their shoes and socks, rolling up their pant legs and strolling down the beach into the lake.

This was one time, I can definitely say was a good time to remember and learn from history. I got to repeat history through my daughters’ eyes. Though I do remember how much fun I had, I got to see how much fun I had watching my daughters.

Tween Time


Happy Birthday to my oldest daughter today. She is very proud to announce to me that she is just two years away from being a teenager. The funny thing is, she says it without knowing why. So Madison is now heading into the second half of her childhood now, or as it is called, being a “tweenager.” This is the period of time that a lot of changes have already taken place in her life, but more importantly, she is becoming more aware of her surroundings, and the things that are out in the world for her to experience.

It is easy to remember what birthdays I looked forward to. Turning sixteen was a major one for most all of us because it was the gateway to adulthood and independence, getting a driver’s license. I have put the kibosh on that theory with Madison, because when we discussed when she would be able to drive, I negotiated a sweet deal, as close to never as I could get, thirty eight years of age.

Another milestone was turning twenty one. While the responsible goal was to have turned the age to be able to make your opinion count by voting, many of us saw twenty one as an opportunity to experience why all the other adults we watched were always so happy, consuming alcohol. Well, I know Madison has not expressed her interest in politics just yet. And I know that Madison does not really understand the concept of drinking alcohol, as she never really witnessed either of her parents drink other than the occasional glass with a meal.

Hmmmm… so what could Madison be all excited about being two years away from being a teenager? I tried to remember what it was like for me and the things that I did back then. The bad thing for Madison is that I am going to remember from the male perspective. I played a lot of baseball and football, rode my bike, did my homework, hey… wait a minute. At around that age, I was crossing the vortex that allowed me to recognize that girls were a good thing.

Television had shows that displayed boyfriend and girlfriend relationships, and that it was cool to have an interest in someone. Hey… you do not think… wait a minute… she is not… could… no. She cannot be excited about turning eleven because of…?

Yes, the reality of fatherhood and a little girl who is excited about a particular birthday. For many years, she has playfully talked about her “boy friends”. One in particular she has laid claim to as her husband for the last six years or so. She is noticing boys. But fortunately one thing in my favor is that Madison has a little sister who is willing to blow the whistle on any ill-fated attempts to disrespect my daughter.

In all seriousness, this is a difficult year for Madison and I. As it is another special day that we are doing differently, because of the pending divorce. One new tradition that I have started with her, and will do the same with my younger daughter, is picking a birthday meal. In the past, because extended family were invited, Madison never got to choose her birthday dinner. And ultimately, it is her birthday. Not everyone was crazy about tuna noodle casserole when I was a kid, but it was my birthday, and my dinner. And so, for our new birthday tradition, Madison chose Taco Bell.

It does not take a lot to make Madison happy as her father. She wants attention. She wants to do the things that she wants to do. I could not be more proud of her (I am equally proud of both of my daughters). Happy Birthday my “Ting Ting”. Don’t rush the teenage years on me.

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