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Buh-Bye


I feel at the moment, like life is imitating art. The above video clip actually applies to this situation. The skit from 1994, featured actress Helen Hunt and SNL actor David Spade, as two flight attendants for a fictional airline, Total Bastard Airlines. The tone is set right from the beginning as the plane is landing and the pilot announces, “this concludes the safest part of your journey.” From there, passengers are rudely guided off the aircraft, neither flight attendant open to any other conversations or questions. Any attempt at such delay of departure, would result in the response “buh bye” from either or both flight attendants.

So a couple of days ago, I was feeling deja vu with this skit. While the skit clearly was parody, my situation was far from it. But the ending result feels the same. Especially when you are someone who has a slight cynical edge to his personality, like I do when it comes to large organizations and corporations. ESPECIALLY one that you feel personally connected to.

If there is one thing that frustrates most of us long term cancer survivors, if not all of us, is that we feel abandoned by science, medicine, cancer organizations, even the one that specifically uses the actual cancer we had in its name, Lymphoma, because when we need help, support, guidance, all too often, we have only peer support to rely on. Some of us are lucky in that we found doctors who do realize that there is more to beating cancer, such as surviving the treatments afterwards. At least now, again, courtesy of peer survivor efforts, there is finally an organization, non-profit, that does exactly just that, provides support, information, and guidance for those dealing with, or surviving from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, called Hodgkin’s International.

But back to the “other” lymphoma” organization.

From the beginning of the pandemic, I have been clear that I have relied solely on information provided to me by my personal medical providers, a.k.a. doctors. I tolerated some trying to convince me that I needed new doctors because what I was told went against what some wanted to believe, conspiracy theories and flat out misinformation, to protect their political agendas and opinions. In the middle, was science, their efforts compromised by the relentless and merciless mortality of an unknown disease racing to get information out before all the lies.

And while the CDC, FDA, WHO, and every other scientist were looking for solutions for normal or “healthy” people, you had those like me, immuno-compromised, making me even higher risk, making my survival as urgent as the elderly that Covid19 was killing rapidly, the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society stepped up, performing their own study, a much smaller scale, on patients who either have or had a form of blood cancer such as leukemia or lymphoma. When vaccines became available, it was the LLS that had taken the time and effort to study how many doses it could take to establish immunity, and just how long immunity might last.

The rest was up to me. My doctors were clear. Do not get Covid19. If I did, with the condition of my heart and other issues, I would likely die. The orders were clear: wear a mask, wash my hands, social distance, avoid large indoor gatherings. You know the drill all too well by now. The last part of the mitigation was to get vaccinated, something I knew that I would have issues building immunity to based on other vaccines that I have received in the past. Bloodwork, known as titers, would be done before and after each dose to check for responses. That is how science works.

For me, it went as expected. 1st dose, no reaction to the vaccine. 2nd dose, just a slight reaction. It was the 3rd dose, considered a “booster” for the healthy people, that finally put me at a level of immunity that others had achieved with two doses. But bloodwork would show months later, the immunity did not last like it was for others. I needed a 4th dose to get my immunity back up, which bloodwork confirmed. Knowing my history with vaccines, especially this process, I know I am a candidate for dose #5, but how soon, and now which vaccine, even the upcoming new variant specific vaccine, would I need? And then what after that?

So I reached out to the LLS for my “what’s next?” I wrote, “I received my 4th dose early May, followed by bloodwork two weeks later. My question, will their be additional bloodwork, and will it have any impact on a decision towards a 5th dose?  And if a 5th dose determined, will I be waiting for the pending vaccine covering the variants that is rumored to be coming out?” In other words, with so much still to be learned about Covid19, and from known results of the study thus far, there are those like me, who clearly will need continued support.

This was the response I got. “Thank you for your participation and update. Unfortunately, we are not testing prior to fifth doses or after. Based on CDC guidelines, you should receive a fifth dose at least 4 months after your first booster. We are giving our recommendations as the CDC advised.”

In other words, “buh bye.” I am now on my own. The LLS know there are immunity issues, but this is where they get off.

Of course I know I am wrong for thinking that there was a potential gain to be had for us long term cancer survivors that nearly EVERY organization and most medical personnel have forgotten about (here comes the cynicism). This study was just to find out how the body reacted to both exposure to Covid19 and the vaccine. It does not make it sting any less the fact that an organization with the name of the disease I fought 32 years ago, the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, still does not recognize or offer any substantial support or guidance for us. As I said, I am thankful for Hodgkin’s International (www.hodgkinsinternational.org) because they are doing what others are not.

So, just as I do for other viruses and other illnesses, I use precautions and awareness of my surroundings and those I am around. I trust my doctors to order the right surveillance, recommend the proper vaccinations, and hopefully the ability to talk me into getting those vaccines. I have resumed what I would call my “pre pandemic” life with only one major adaptation, wearing the mask around others. I am literally able to do everything I was before and not contract Covid19, something just as lethal to me as pneumonia, meningitis, the flu, and actually, wearing the mask will assist to some level, protection from them as well. Because, in full disclosure, I do not get every vaccine recommended, and it literally is a judgement call on my part, taking only into consideration, my doctor’s opinions, science, and my gut. Not the media, not social media, and not what others tell me. I do what is best for me because I know what is best for me.

Lost In Translation


“Mei wen ti”.  The Chinese Pinyan expression does not ring a bell to you?  How about, “Hakuna Matata?”  You do not need to have had children to have heard this expression from the Disney classic, “The Lion King,” Pumba the wart hog sings, “it means no worries for the rest of your days, it’s our problem-free philosophy.”

“Mei wen ti” may not have the familiarity of Hakuna Matata, but it most certainly is the way of life that I strive every day to maintain.  You may also have heard of the serenity prayer, and I am paraphrasing, “give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

I keep coming back to “Mei wen ti.”  Why?  Because of all the challenges in life that I have faced, too many to list in this post, those three words, “Mei wen ti” changed my thinking and way of life forever.

I first heard “Mei wen ti” at a hotel in Hong Kong.  I had just landed in Hong Kong to adopt my daughter, a blessing from China.  I handed my credit card to the desk clerk to pay for my overnight stay.  Before I left, I notified my bank, a small credit union, that I would be travelling overseas, so that they would not suspect anything with my credit card being used in China.  And then I heard…

“It was declined,” said the clerk.

I told the clerk to try again.  I knew it was working.  I knew there was zero balance on when I left for the airport the day before.

“Sir, it is declined again.”

Beginning to panic, I urged the clerk to try again.  There has to be a mistake.

Our guide for this part of the trip, Ben, came over to me, asking what was the matter.

I told Ben, that my credit card was being rejected and I had no idea why.  I had only enough cash for some expenses during our two week trip, and still needed to pay for hotels and in country flights to finally meet my daughter.  Impossible without that working credit card.

“Mei wen ti.”

I said, “excuse me?”

Ben repeated it.  “Mei wen ti.”

Now completely baffled, as I do not speak Chinese, I shouted, “what the hell does that mean?”

Ben translated, “it means no worries.”

Oh my God.  You have to be kidding.  Does he not understand English?  I hear him speak it.  But I just got done explaining my problem, and all he can say is “don’t worry about it.”

Ben continued, “we are coming back to hotel in fourteen days.  You take care of bill then.  Mei wen ti.”

Ben really did not understand.  I had no working credit card, and I was on the other side of the world.  All he could do was tell me not to worry?

Later that morning, we took the flight to the province where my daughter lived.  We met our guide for that part of the trip, De.  I began to explain my problem, and only got as far as the beginning before he interrupted, “mei wen ti.”

What the hell is it with this “mei wen ti?”  I have a real problem here, and some quirky Chinese expression is not going to get my credit card working.

As we arrived at our hotel in the capital city, my turn came in to check in, with no credit card, and not enough cash to pay.  De joined me at the counter, looked at me and smiled, “mei wen ti.”  While I felt like blowing a major gasket at that moment, in just that instant, De pulled out a credit card, and said something to the clerk behind the desk, which I assume, was informing the clerk that De was accepting responsibility for the room until I got my credit card mess figured out.

De turned to me again and smiled.  “Mei wen ti.”  This time, emotionally choked up, I repeated, “mei wen ti?”  De said, “go take your bags upstairs and come downstairs right away.  It is time to meet your daughter.”

With a thirteen hour time difference, and a turtle-slow internet connection, over a weekend no less, four days later, the problem with my credit card was resolved and by the time it was to check out, I was able to pay my hotel bill.  Now, I just had to worry about the hotel in Hong Kong which would now be done.

Mei wen ti.  I could have worried myself into a frenzy, and all that would have happened in a foreign country, at the least could have led to an international incident with an American going berserk.  Instead, the kindness of two strangers, and three words, spoken in Chinese, taught me a new way of dealing with things that were beyond my control.

Mei wen ti.

Remembering Nancy


Though I never asked her how old she was, I know Nancy was close in age to me, graduating from high school in the same year as me. Her daughters are slightly older than my daughters. She was a fellow long term survivor of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, like myself. Also, similar to me, she dealt with a lot of serious health issues related to her treatments for her Hodgkin’s. That is where the similarities will end however. Last week, as has happened with so many other of my fellow long term survivors, Nancy passed away, apparently suddenly. It had been oddly noticed by several of us, that she seemed to be going about her day (as normal as she was able to), as she completed her “Wordle” puzzle and posted her results.

Some time after that, I had begun receiving messages about Nancy’s passing. Clearly, all of us shocked and saddened by someone who not only had so much to offer, but gave everything she could to help all of us. I never got to meet her in person, but she had always offered support to me with all of the surgeries I had faced in recent years, and of course, encouragement through my divorce.

Besides the comfort of knowing that Nancy is no longer struggling with the health issues from her Hodgkin’s past, there is an unbelievable outpouring of kind words being offered by so many, fellow survivors, friends, and family who truly tell the story of who Nancy was, and what she meant to all of us. I would like to share some of those comments (presented with anonymity for privacy reasons).

“So kind and generous…”

“Her legacy will live on through her advocacy…” (besides being involved in peer support with fellow survivors, Nancy was a board member of Hodgkin’s International, a non-profit dedicated to education, advocacy, and support for patients and survivors of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma)

“Someone like me…who understood (what we go through as long term survivors)…kindred. Her faith and patience and wise words calmed my mind and heart often in tumultuous times.”

“A strong spirit… wonderful outlook on life.”

“Grateful for the gift of her in our lives.”

“A beautiful friend.”

“She was good at keep track of us…”

“A big loss for our community.” (her participation on our support pages was invaluable and irreplaceable)

There are literally hundreds of kind and beautiful words and sentiment being offered for Nancy and her family. The grief of her fellow survivors and friends can only mirror in comparison to the family that knew her best and forever in their hearts.

To my fellow long term survivors, each survivor that passes is hard. The upside to having been blessed to know Nancy and having been touched by her kindness and support, is that when the time came, we feel the loss, and yes, we find that we too, may question our longevity. But if there is one thing that we can not only remember Nancy for, but honor her, in that we need to continue what we do every day, for every day that we get to have. Sure, we know the many circumstances we must deal with, but Nancy showed that we can also enjoy life each day, one at a time.

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