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Medical Alert! Bracelets


The first thing I did when I was discharged from the hospital following my heart bypass surgery was purchase a $32 bracelet. I am not one for jewelry other than the cross I wear around my neck along with a Chinese pendant that symbolizes the father/daughter relationship. But this bracelet was not going to be about fashion. It was going to be about saving my life.

From the moment it was discovered that my body had been badly damaged by side effects from cancer treatments over fifteen years earlier, I was thankful that I was treated in a fairly big hospital. Or was it just dumb luck? Long term cancer survivors are only currently getting the attention medically that they so desperately need. The problem goes beyond learning what happens beyond five years when a person is exposed to four times the lifetime maximum of ionized radiation, or having had chemicals injected into veins that destroy the heart and lungs over time, or even a drug that would be used in wars to kill people.

Several things I did know, my doctors had no idea what they had run into when they went to do a simple catheterization and stint. They also were not aware of protocol to deal with patients like me, and millions of others because up until then, and only slightly more today, not many doctors know about late effects that cancer patients develop. I actually opted for this hospital because it is local to my family physician. It is an hour away from home and I pass at least three hospitals that I would never had any chance at surviving the surgery as one has a history of not being very clean, another I have just heard too many misdiagnosed stories, and the third… well… just “no.”

Once I discovered that health issues with my body were no longer going to be standard, I recalled a resource that I had available, meant for cancer survivors who were dealing with “unexplainable” symptoms because the symptoms just did not make sense. With that, I found several long term survivor clinics, who happened to be at very large cancer facilities like Stanford, MD Anderson, University of Pennsylvania, and the hospital I chose… Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City.

Getting back to the bracelet, as a patient with MSKCC’s survivorship program, I got full surveillance and had a full history taken, with records retrieved to the best of my ability. After all, it had been a long time before that, that I had been treated. My chemo records had been destroyed, only my radiation records remained. But in dealing with a large cancer facility, a research facility, the latest technology, advances, and treatments would be available. And in my case, it would still be several years until everything would be fully known as far as what had been affected, or at higher risk to develop any further issues.

With the guidance of my team at MSKCC, several suggestions were made to make sure that I got the correct attention given my unique health circumstances. But step one began with getting that bracelet. Unfortunately, I have too many issues to list on that little half inch wide by inch and a half long metal tag. So, on the front is engraved, my name, Hodgkin’s survivor, CABG (heart bypass), chemo and radiation damage, asplenic, and the words “see other side”. Once you get to that side, I list my family doctor and the main doctor that I see at MSKCC (along with their phone numbers) and the order to call them “stat”. The last line says, “see wallet for more information”.

Inside my wallet I have two laminated cards with even more detailed information. One card actually lists many of the issues that had been discovered (not all of them because the card needs to be updated with new diagnosis) so it lets whoever is treating me that it is best to do as my bracelet says. The second card is probably the most important of the two. My bracelet mentions “asplenic” which means that I had my spleen removed at some point. Actually it was during my diagnostic stages for my Hodgkin’s. But many of us over the age of 35 know that back in the decades before the 90’s, it was common for spleens to be removed, at the time unaware how crucial spleens would be in fighting infections and treating heart disease.

My hope is that when a tech sees that I am asplenic, they pass the word on and know that I am at a high risk of infection, or I might just be at the hospital for that very reason and to follow the directions that are on the other side of that card… run immediate blood cultures, and begin top level antibiotics through IV as if I were being treated for the worst possible infection if I had a fever over 101.5. Otherwise, antibiotics should be used preventatively for any other procedures, including dental work beyond the normal cleaning and fillings.

My bracelet was used three times within a one year period last year. And unfortunately the first test my bracelet got, I was transported by ambulance, unconscious, to the worst possibly of choices for hospitals, the one with all the cleanliness complaints against it. I was eventually diagnosed with aspiration pneumonia, but the worst of it was that I was septic. I was perhaps hours away from advancing to septic shock, which with my health would not have ended well. But to their credit, they saw my bracelet, and followed the directions to the letter. While they did lead me to recovery, their discharge instructions lacked the needs for my survivorship standards and my family physician promptly kept me at rest another two weeks until fully recovered. The other two incidents, emergency personnel used the exact same procedure, and fortunately I am here typing this post.

But what happens to the other cancer survivors who do not have the opportunities that I have had, and many other have? What happens to the cancer survivors just out of treatment who have not had their first follow up to even see if side effects have begun to develop? Then again, what if you just happen to have something unusual, but you have doctors who just provide standard care (and no, I am not beginning the anti standardized testing in schools argument – that will be another post). The television show House, no longer on television, starred a doctor at a prominent hospital who was only assigned “special” cases. Of course it took him the entire episode, and most of his cases were all cured. In the real world, this is more the exception than the rule unfortunately.

The good thing is that now, smaller hospitals are connecting and merging with the larger networked hospitals, and now have access to the current information as it is shared. Also, patients are now followed right from day one following the completion of their treatments for whether side effects develop short term or long term. But a good suggestion for anyone, not just cancer patients, but anyone who has had any medical condition out of the norm, heart attack, stroke, diabetes, ALS, epilepsy… anything that could let the emergency technicians know that they have a patient with special needs, might just make a difference. And for $32, a bracelet for your life is more than worth the better care you will need.

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Good-bye Old Friend


I can count on one hand, the number of people I have known that reached the age of 90 years old or older.  But none perhaps have had a bigger impact on me, than that of one that I said good-bye to today.  Okay technically, he was not 90 years old, but using the formula for figuring a dog’s age, my Golden Retriever Pollo was approaching his 15th birthday in February which put him at approximately 98 years old.

I bought Pollo, a fourteen pound, 8 week old Golden Retriever.  He was this little energetic bundle of blonde fur.  I was more than ready to accept the rigors of puppy training, which meant cleaning up lots of “accidents.”  Pollo loved to play and fortunately was not a big “chewer”.  He grasped the concept quite easily of the smell of grass = puppy treat, all for going to the bathroom.

Over the years, Pollo and I would share lots of memories.  At around six months old, during the Summer, Pollo suffered some sort of episode that left him unresponsive and appearing to have stopped breathing.  With no known cause, the veterinarian made the recommendation that should the incident occur again, that perhaps a heart monitor would be placed on him.  To assist the vet, I sought out health information of the mother and father of Pollo figuring that if either had any known condition, the information would be of benefit to the vet.

Instead, I discovered that Pollo had come from a puppy mill in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.  What started out as an effort to make something right, just acquiring a little information, turned out to be a 60 Minutes type investigation that led with a televised appearance on the Peoples Court for both Pollo and I.  I had filed a civil suit against Pets Plus locally here as I felt that they sold me a dog that was not what they had promised me according to the bill of sale.  Information was wrong on the paperwork making the registration of my pure bred golden, impossible.  A newspaper writer joined my pursuit which brought in the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture and the USDA.  Then I received a letter from Warner Brothers studios.  The studio wanted me to bring my case to television and they wanted Pollo to appear as well.  I was convinced 100% that I was in the right and questioned how the studio would get Pets Plus to appear and I was told that they had already accepted.  Here is the link to the review of my appearance:

http://articles.mcall.com/2002-07-31/news/3422019_1_puppy-pollo-pets

Since then, there were less notorious events and a lot more happy moments that I will have forever in my memory.  Pollo was a true water dog retriever and took every advantage of our inground swimming pool.  This included his secret talent of diving off of our pool’s diving board.

But he also loved the winter months.  He could smell snow in the air and would spend extra time out in the yard waiting for the flakes to begin to fall.  Pollo did suffer from snow-deafness, a condition that occurred with any amount of white covering on the ground.  He loved making doggy angels which resulted in a frosty ice-ball matted long haired coat.  It took using a hair dryer to melt the frozen snowballs from his fur.  And as much as he loved to chase after tennis balls, he loved chasing snowballs more.  Whether I smashed the snowball into the shed wall or the sphere simply disappeared into the snow on the ground, his nose went right to the sight of impact as if to confirm “direct hit”.  And if I was shoveling snow, he was always by my side waiting to get in my way of an occasional dumping of the shovel.

One big fear that many male dog owners have is that of their canine “humping” guests, or other dogs.  That was not a problem for Pollo.  From the age of six months, having never seen a female dog and not “maturing”, he expressed his love interest in things stuffed, like toys and cushions.  As he grew, we went from a medium stuffed carnival toy to a large size toy we called “Humpy Bear.”  In a stunt that would rival David Letterman’s Stupid Pet Tricks, Pollo got more than just excited when he heard the garage door open as he knew the arrival of Humpy Bear was near.  Anyone who witnessed Pollo going to town on the carnival toy gone wild always got a good laugh.  But Pollo never mounted any human or any other canine.

To anyone who groomed Pollo, he was known as the “happy golden” as he always seemed to have a smile on his face during his appointments.  The only part of his grooming he did not enjoy, and he let it be known, was being restrained by a leash.  He had chewed through numerous leashes that simply held him in one location while waiting for the next grooming station.  The staff soon realized he needed to go from one station to the next.  It cost them too much money replacing leashes.

Pollo got along with all the numerous other animals in our house whether another canine just visiting, or the four cats, two guinea pigs, and two frogs.

Importantly, he got along with both of my children.  One of a parent’s worst fears is that of their dog biting their child and then being forced to get rid of the dog.  Pollo was true to his breed’s reputation.  He doted over my girls and they adored him.  And when Pollo and I played “alpha male”, we could be in the middle of a rough house session, with Pollo’s jaws clenched around my forearm, my youngest daughter could sneak up behind him, grab him, and he would just take one look and realize it was just my three year-old daughter, ignore her and continue to play with me, never causing her any harm.

But this is how I saw my friend.  For up to ten hours every day, I would leave him at home while I was at work.  Yet every day, I could come home, open the door, and there Pollo was, wagging his tail, “don’t worry about it, you’re home, that’s all that matters” every day.  He was never mad at me.  We travelled together in his younger days as I often stayed in hotels that allowed dogs as travel mates.  He loved walks.  And to the surprise of many, he loved sleeping inside of his cage at night.  I would just say “bed” and he would go right upstairs, crawl inside of his cage, and remain there in spite of me never closing the door.  A dog being a pack animal feels comfort and safety.  But by the morning, I would wake to find him on the floor by my side of the bed.

Always an excitable “puppy” his entire life, I also knew his compassion.  I found out first hand after being hospitalized for open heart surgery.  I had never been separated from Pollo for any length of time, and knew every day, there was a chance that he would jump up at me to greet me.  In fact, the odds were very good that after not having me in the house for six days, this was going to be a guarantee.  But instead, I was greeted by the wagging tail, and a calm Pollo.  Yes, he was happy to see me, and I happy to see him.  But somehow, he knew that he had to be gentle with me without me even saying a word.

Pollo also had a ridiculous craving for yard mushrooms.  Yes, nothing funnier than a dog getting stoned on “shrooms”.  He would get sick for hours as the effects ran their course, and yet it would not stop him from doing it again and again and again.

But two years ago, he finally began to show his age.  His muzzle had begun to turn back to the blonde color that he was born with.  His “puppy energy” remained.  But he had developed issues with some fatty tumors and some hip stiffness.  But his tail had never stopped wagging.  Taking care of animals as I have for the last fifteen years, I am extremely sensitive to the comfort of animals and had always had it in my mind, as long as Pollo’s tail was still wagging, it was not his time, and I would simply do everything I could to make sure that he was comfortable.

This morning I had to face a moment I had hoped my friend would help me avoid by going to the Rainbow Bridge on his own.  In recent weeks he had been losing his sight, his hearing, and it was getting increasingly difficult for him to walk.  But his tail continued to wag.  This morning, he was completely blind, completely deaf, and clearly scared.  His tail did not wag this morning.  I will spare the rest of the morning, but I made the call to our vet who has taken care of Pollo his entire life who met me in the parking lot when I pulled up with Pollo.

There were so many tears.  While both of us were extremely sad, these tears were also filled with happiness and good memories.  But also, relief in knowing that Pollo was going to finally be at peace, and as he lived his life, so in his spirit, forever a puppy.  The vet pulled out his stethoscope, listened to Pollo’s heart which had always been strong, now showing  weariness, and his breathing had been a struggle.  “Paul, you’ve made the right decision.”  I laid on the floor with Pollo, and talked with him, telling him how much he meant to me.  I rubbed his ears like he always enjoyed.  The vet assured me the compassion that would be taken and how everything would occur.

And then he was free.  Off to the Rainbow Bridge, a storied legend of where animals are reunited with other loved ones, and other pets.  Free of his discomforts.  Free to run wherever he wanted to run.  I stayed with him another fifteen minutes, crying my eyes out for the friend that I had to say goodbye to.  At home, I now see the empty cage.  I have to dispose of his food that is left over.  I no longer have him laying on my feet, my canine slippers.

Pollo, good-bye my old friend.  I will miss you.  I will miss your friendship, and your loyalty.  You were truly the best dog anyone could ever hope to have in their family.  Run free, run long, run often.  And I will see you some day at that Rainbow Bridge where I know you will have that tail wagging just for me.

 

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