Sixty And I Know It
(photo courtesy of IMDB)
Sorry, but it was the only photo I could find (of LMFAO), and play on the fact that today, I reached my 60th birthday. I’m sixty and I know it.
If anyone had ever told my mother what a complicated life I was going to have when I was born, she would have told them, he will be able to handle it. My mother only recently has begun to tell me of my earliest moments and difficulties. It appears I either learned survivorship instincts that early, or I might must have been born with them. But here I am, turning 60 years old today, a day I never thought I would see. At the age of 22, I was diagnosed with cancer, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I never thought I would make 30 years old. Why would I? All I knew of cancer was people died from it. My doctor did not help that either, when all he talked about was a 5-year survival rate. Nothing about ten, twenty, or even my current 38 years of survival. I had no reason to think I would be here today.
Four years after this photo was taken, at the age of 22, I was diagnosed with cancer, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Considered a rare form of blood cancer, it was also difficult to diagnose. As a society, we do not celebrate those who survive cancer. What I wild ride it has been, like a roller coaster with so many ups and downs, twists and turns, and seemingly G-force speed.
I recently watched a video of one of my favorite actors, Dick Van Dyke, talking about his longevity as he celebrated his 100th birthday. The interviewer asked him what his secret to living this long was, and he said that he did not know. While I do not expect to make another forty years, the fact that I made it this far, I do not know how either. Over the last thirty-eight years, my body has gone through so much trauma, not just from the cancer itself, to all the late side effects from my treatments, and the many sources of so much stress of which only in recent years, with the practice of Buddhism I have learned to keep stress in its place.
Over the years, I have kept a balance between living life after cancer, and not forgetting what cancer had given me, while not letting it define me. I am definitely not where I thought I was going to be when I was 22, but I am right where I am meant to be. Not the life I planned, but the life I have, and with all its twists and turns, I am okay with where I am right now.
If you are able to speak to a grandparent, as I once did, and ask them about their life and their experiences, you would likely hear tales of all the different eras from the great depression, hippies, and all other kinds of experiences over time. But someone diagnosed with cancer, would likely never have that chance to have all of those tales and memories. Right? Riiiiiiggggghhhhtttt?
I have so many things to share in just the 38 years since my diagnosis. And some of these things are huge, not just because of the number 38 years of cancer survivorship by itself is a really big deal. It is what has happened over those four decades that is truly exciting.
First, I will get the science stuff out of the way. The barbaric methods used to diagnose my cancer, are no longer done. I have witnessed this progress. The extreme amount of radiation used on me is no longer used, now reduced and focused on specific areas only. The toxic chemotherapy cocktail of MOPPABV, MOPP is no longer used, ABV along with D now considered the less toxic standard, still producing the great remission rates without the excessive toxicity. Even now controlling side effects from low blood cell counts to nausea, make it possible to continue treatments without interruption. Living long enough to see all this progress in treating Hodgkin’s has been exciting.
So what about life after cancer? What has it been like? I made a promise to myself that I wanted to give back to the cancer community for giving me another shot at life. And that began with becoming a cancer advocate for patients and survivors, wanting to be an ear to listen, and hopefully be an inspiration to those following similar paths behind me. I have been a patient/survivor advocate my entire survivorship, supporting efforts in fighting for health care, finding support, and educating survivors on late side effects from treatments.
I chose to work during my entire cancer journey, to this day I am still not sure it was the right thing to do, but the path it kept me on, would eventually take me to a career in medical research and actually handling one of the cancer drugs of my chemo cocktail. This would also be a game changer providing me the necessary health benefits to deal with the multitudes of late side effects from my radiation and chemotherapies.
I finally got the dog I always wanted, even before cancer. And for nearly 15 years, he was always by my side, especially his last five years as I was challenged with heart issues from my treatments, his presence made all the difference.
There is nothing and no one more important in my life as a cancer survivor, as those of my daughters. They are my world and have lived through over half of my survivorship, the most difficult of those years. My daughters are my driving force to get through each health issue I get diagnosed with, and there are a lot. But realizing that I have no control over my mortality, I go to bed each night, with plans for the next day, the next things I need to deal with my daughters, now as adults, there are things I need them to know and prepare for.
But wow, have I had fun watching these two grow. From helping with homework, to extra curricular activities, and then on to planning for college, I have had the chance to continue to teach them the importance of money, responsibilities, voting, self-care such as doctor and dental and eyes, and as they near the end of their college careers, they have some big choices ahead, and I hope to be one of their influences, jobs, relationships, a home. I have done what I can to be a good role model for them, to give and get respect, prioritize, manage their time, and to not get tangled up in bullshit that does not concern them. I could not be more proud of both of them.
I’ve gotten to travel, a lot in my earlier years of survivorship, not so much today anymore. I bought a house. And I have met so many people over these decades in so many different capacities, all I consider a blessing because they all gave me a variety of experiences.
Something I never thought I would do, I jumped into our local school board election as a candidate. While I had belonged to organizations before, and never shied away from leadership, this was a first for me. I met so many interesting people and friends, of whom I still consider friends to this day.
I can never forget those involved in helping to create my family and the many friends I met through adoption, again, still friends after all of these years, all of our children now adults, college graduates, married and with children of their own.
And then there are the most important and critical people in my survivorship, my fellow Hodgkin’s survivors who I consider not just friends, but family. From Linda, the first survivor who kept after me about my follow up care, to Tobi, Josh, and Jenny (Josh and Jenny have since passed) who were the first survivors I personally met and interacted with to the literal hundreds if not thousands of other survivors in our community, who we all support each other with each crisis we face, there is no doubt where I would be without each and every one of them. There are so many with longer years of survivors, and shhhhh… older in age too, my hopes for more time with my daughters exist because of them. And can I tell you, I am so inspired by the many younger survivors as they build their lives after cancer. Just ead the many stories I have shared here on Paul’s Heart like about Stephanie.
I have written books and other publications, even had one of my stories performed by Broadway actors. This was a fun night. I have given my share of survivor speeches, attended all kinds of conferences and events for Hodgkin’s.
(photo by Hodgkin’s International)
I wrote and published my first book, journaling my 35 years as a cancer survivor.
And finally, I would not be celebrating my 60th birthday without the best doctors and nurses in the world who recognized the need and specialty in taking care of cancer survivors who would live long enough to develop side effects from the treatments. I have been so blessed to be taken care of by who I have been. The pictures above are from survivorship, and the photo with my daughters in it, have my oncology nurse from 38 years ago, and my social worker who got me through my emotional struggles during those days. Though I know I have a picture of us somewhere, my primary care doctor of nearly 40 years, with me through it all, my biggest advocate of my survivorship, never doubting or giving up with all the challenges my body put me through. I literally would not be here today if it were not for Dr. J.
These last several years have been a bit more difficult with dealing with my late effects, but I have the best caregiver anyone could ever hope for. I am not an easy patient to deal with, stubborn is an understatement, but my best friend, my partner, my advocate, has been there each step of the way and I clearly would not be writing this if it were not for her. A cruel twist of fate, she accepted a role, unthinkable with her tragic and ironic past herself, to assist me in my survivorship.
So, now I am off to the airport for two very important passengers, arriving today, the ultimate birthday gift which was all that I wanted, and together we are going to celebrate this huge milestone, turning 60 years old as a 38 year cancer survivor.
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