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Why Travel To New York When You Live Here?


“Don’t let economics determine where you get your care.”  Linda (a friend of mine and former long term survivor).

It is really an exhaustive day, a nearly five hour commute each way, sometimes just for a 45-minute appointment.  On a normal day, I have several appointments scheduled up in Manhattan at multiple locations.  One of the most frequent questions I get asked almost as frequently as I travel, “why do I go all the way to New York City for my care, when there are so many doctors around where I live?  It is a reasonable question, but unfortunately has a historical and statistical answer.

First, you need to understand what it means to be a long term survivor.  There is no set number of years to qualify.  Although statistically, five years seems to be a magic number. ” 80% of such and such live to five years without blah blah blah…”  It used to be that not much attention was paid to patients who survived decades later.  Not by the doctors.  Not by the pharmacutical companies.  Not by society.  So there really was not much in the books concering long term cancer survival.

If there are others, I apologize, but I am currently aware of only one doctor who has done this study for decades.  That would be Dr. O up at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center.  Dr. O has been studying Hodgkin’s Disease and late effects from treatments for decades.  Along with Dr. H out at Stanford U., the two of them are the top doctors in this field.  They both operate what are called “survivor clinics.”  A survivor clinic is where I go for all of my long term side effect issues.  They know the follow up testing that needs to be done based on the treatments you received.  And here is the crazy thing, at least in Dr. O’s case, he routinely has my primary care doctor back home do all the work, treatment and follow up.  And they work like a team perfectly.  My doctor admits that this discipline of knowledge is relatively unknown to her, just as most other doctors as it is not included in their studies.  Where I benefit, is that she has an open mind.  If I were a normal forty-seven year old man, most likely she would not order certain tests once, let alone annually.  But Dr. O has the background, the studies to support how to follow up and treat those of us who were never expected to live this long.

Over time,mor clinics have popped up across the country, Duke University. Dana Farber in Boston, Vanderbuilt, and I believe there is one in Seattle.  There are plenty more.  There are also facilities that specialize in particular systems effected by cancer treatments such as radiation.  The Clevelan Clinic is one of the, if not the best cardiac hospitals for patients who have had radiation therapy to their chest area.

Through internet support, I had known so much about MSKCC already, I just had to figure out how to get there, and if needed to frequently, the logistics of how that would work out.  I could have gone down to Philadelphia where there is another good survivor’s clinc, but unlike MSKCC, I had not heard of anyone going there.  This is not to say they were not good.  Of course they are one of the top hospitals in the country for treating cancer, it would only make sense that they would be great at managing survival as well.  But I had the opportunity to see Dr. O, who I consider the best in the world for dealing with long term effects.  And I was lucky as well as blessed to get to be his patient.  He does for me, what should have been done twenty-three years ago, and what is done automatically now for new cancer patients, follow-ups.  He has a plan, just for me.  He has another plan for another patient, and so on.  I see several disciplines of medicine from gastrointestinal, cardiac, pulmonary, physiatry, psychiatry, and ENT.  We are all different, but under his care, we are all treated with the best care available.

Because some of our side effects are so unusual, it requires knowledge of all the radiation strategies used decades ago, and the various side affects of chemotheraputic drugs.  This is where I come in, where you might come in.  Many of us do not have our records any longer from decades ago.  Mine were incinerated.  But Dr. O was able to figure out the protocol for 1988 for me, and the dosages, and that is what determined his plan to follow me up with.  Now of course, it is not spot on.  My body has decided not to follow even Dr. O’s book.  But anything that occurs with me, he is made aware of it.  My primary care doctor is made aware of it.  I make sure that everyone involved in my care is made aware of it, and has copies of all pertinent reports.

So why do I go to Manhattan, on average once a month, if not twice?  Peace of mind.  I do get a lot of time to meditate to help me relax which is something I have a hard time doing.  But I know Dr. O will leave no stone unturned if I complain about it.  I knew each doctor that he refers me to, will treat my case as legitimate without having to waste time justifying everything.  But as part of my treatment team, I need to know that I am included in everything being decided.  And he does just that.

Why Me?


(Thank you for another good topic sent to me to write about.)

Why me?  Maybe the question should be why not me?

I spent only one evening on the first question when I found out that I had cancer.  It is like spilling grape juice on a white carpet.  You can either stand there and stare at the deepening stain or you can get right to work cleaning it up.  I worked very hard to rid that cancer from my body.  I had no choice.  A stain in the carpet, you can at least replace the carpet when it did not come clean.  My life would not have that opportunity.  I could not worry about how or why the juice was spilled, I had to clean it up, now.  There was no length of time to ask “why”, I had to start treatments, now.

That is not to say that I left myself off the hook.  It just took me a lot longer to get there.  In a short number of years following the end of my treatments, the question that would haunt me, and do so repeatedly, was why not me?  I had gotten through my treatments of course with the short term side effects, but only one would show any kind of permanence to it, the hair loss from the radiated area.  Within a couple years of treatments, I would find out that also my thyroid had been compromised from the radiation, and chemotherapy left me infertile.

But in 1997, I met a group called the American Cancer On-line Resources web site, www.acor.org .  I went on to the link for long term survivors because that is what I wanted to be, a long term survivor.  I was around seven years out, so hopefully that qualified me.  It did not take long for me to realize the web site was not what I thought it was going to be.  Yes, the people here were long term survivors, but they were dealing with so many horrible and severe issues that they were blaming their cancer treatments.  I did not stay long on the site because I did not feel that I belonged in that arena.  But something made me sign back on again.

I began to meet people at least over the internet who had gone through similar experiences with even the same diagnosis and staging as me.   But they were at a stage now, where they were either dealing with another cancer, heart issues, muscular issues, bone related concerns, and so on.  It was hard for me to relate because I was not experiencing those issues.

Then I met one particular list member who to this day, is one of the most important survivor that I have ever met.  For privacy reasons, I will call her Tina, and if she reads this, she knows I will talking about her.  It was over fifteen years ago when I first heard her struggles.  Tina had gone through treatment for Hodgkin’s Disease, just as I had.  But her treatment was done in a hospital network up in New York.  My treatments were done in Allentown.  She had been treated the year before me.  But there was a huge difference between one year, and several hundred miles.  The amount of radiation that she was exposed to was double what I had been, which was 4 times the lifetime limit.  Our chemos were similar.  By the time I had met her, she had already had another cancer (thyroid) and over two dozen surgeries.

Why did she have to go through so much?  Why not me?  Tina was not the only one.  I personally met dozens more long term survivors, some had the same staging, same treatment, different treatment, and most all had different issues they were dealing with.  But why them and not me?

I have often wondered about the three other patients who were treated with me in the oncology suite.  I never met them or even knew their names.  I only know that I opted for additional preventive chemo, and they obviously had not, evidenced by their absence.  I did find out at the time that two of them did have to have their chemo adjusted for their low blood count levels.  Some how, I took 8 full dose complete cycles.

But along with the people going through Hodgkin’s, or other cancers, patients who relapsed, patients who lossed their battle, or other long term survivors, I forever asked, “why them?  Why not me?  The relapse patients and my friends who passed away either from their cancer or secondary issues often left me with empty and hurting feelings.  I relied on them for hope and inspiration.  In spite of what they were going through, they were still living a long time, much longer than cancer patients were supposed to.  And since I had no serious issues at the time, I counted on that.  Why them?  Why not me?

Before I go any further, I must state, as I always do, times change.  Everyone’s bodies are different not only in physical being, but how they react.  Geography, schooling of the doctor, attitiude, diet, sleep, and many more factors all play into how well you do with treatments.  Then of course, there is progress.  That is something we often take for granted.  We think that it takes forever for new things to be discovered, when in reality, new treatments are discovered nearly every day.  If the treatments work better, and are less toxic, and produce less side effects, the patient will get those treatments, and the former treatments will become obsolete or at least last resort like those that were used on me.  The same was said to me decades ago, by other survivors who came before me.

Like I said earlier, I do not spend a lot of time asking “why me?”  But around the time that I met the survivors I now know today, I did begin to ask, “why not me?”  Why were others who were treated around the time I was treated developing such side severe side effects and I am not?  Why are people who were treated with the same modes of radiation and chemo in bad physical condition and I am not?  Why does Tina have to repeatedly go through life arrest and I do not?  Why them and not me?

Here comes another one of those “yeah, but…” disclaimers.  Back as late as the mid 90’s, cancer survivors still were not expected to surpass five years statistically, in spite of the fact that millions of cancer patients were doing just that.  But once it was realized, protocol was developed and the need was understood, to follow up cancer patients, even if completed with treatments.  There is still some discussion as to which doctor should be doing this, your primary care doctor or your oncologist, but now a cancer patient is followed up, forever.  And as cancer patients we know, the earlier something is caught, the better the chance of survival.  And by the continued follow-up care, any secondary cancers or issues that develop will be caught earlier than the critical care that was needed to prevent what would have been my fatal heart attack.

There is a lot to miss, if you spend too much time asking “why me?” or even “why not me?”  Just like the time passes if you stared at the expanding, wet, purple spot of grape juice still sitting on your white carpet.

Why I Changed Oncologists (Twice)


There are many factors that went into choosing my oncologist.  But no factor to me as important as trust.  I selected the oncologist that treated my grandmother for her breast cancer a few years earlier.  She had tolerated everything so well, had great spirit, as odd as it is to describe a cancer journey as a “positive experience,” my grandmother presented her case in that manner.  But I had a confidence in Dr. M before I had even met him, because here I was, in the same office that my grandmother was in, several years before, and was still alive at the time I was there.

And during the beginning of the original process, everything worked like it was supposed to.  Dr. M listened to me, assured me everything was going to be alright, and explained everything that was being done and why.  He even visited me in the hospital following one of the testing procedures I had done.  But when it was time to make the decision on the course of treatment, radiation or chemotherapy, he gave his recommendation, which I had other ideas.  I had turned away from chemotherapy followed by radiation.  Instead, I would just undergo radiation therapy.  It would allow me the quickest opportunity for me to recover and subject me to fewer visible side effects.

Unfortunately, as Dr. M had feared, radiation alone had not done the job completely as I had hoped.  Instead, new disease had appeared.  This time, Dr. M was not giving me any option.  I was told chemotherapy was coming, possibly more radiation, but definitely chemo, and starting within a couple of weeks.

My personality dictates that if I have a question, I want an answer to it.  I am willing to walk away from whatever the circumstances or become quite combative if I require answers that strongly.  I had my consult to start chemotherapy with Dr. M.  As I am known to do, even twenty years ago, I use notes to remember details of comments or questions.  Given how intense the chemotherapy cocktail was going to be, I had a lot of questions, about a page and a half of legal paper.  Dr. M walked in and asked what I was holding.  I showed him and he dropped the papers on the exam table, “I don’t have time to answer all of these questions.  This is ridiculous.  What do you think this is?  You either want to get better or you don’t?”  With that, I walked right out.

The thing about serious illnesses, is that most of us do not realize that we do not have to take these monumental efforts on our own.  There are people out in the world to act as an advocate for you, if you cannot voice your opininions and questions.  I had already been seeing a therapist to deal with my cancer horror when I went straight to her office from Dr. M.  Ilona asked me what I wanted to do and I told her, “I want to live.”  But I had questions and Dr. M. refused to answer them.  My confidence percentage level in him dropped to single digits.  I wanted a new doctor but did not want to start all over with new testing in the event another doctor would want his own results.

Ilona made the suggestion that perhaps I switch to Dr. V or Dr. P who were in the same practice, but perhaps had the more interactive personality that I needed.  I would stay in the same practice, meaning I most likely would not have to undergo new tests.  I liked the idea but was uncomfortable with implementing this change.  Which Ilona offered to do on my behalf.  Also, Ilona offered to speak to my oncology nurse to see if she would be able to answer all of the questions that I had.  After all, Brenda would be the one adminstering the chemo.  And Brenda’s motherly care was already engrained in me.  She took care of me like I was her son.  And I trusted her.  So, I spoke with Brenda about my questions, and the following week I began chemo with Dr. V.

About a year after my treatments had ended though, another issue had come up, one that I had discovered by mistake, and one that I was never intended to find out.  With no real purpose other than follow-up exams, the only real money with me, was by doing bloodwork.  I know this sounds like a very ungrateful statement.  But I will justify that.  By my third follow-up exam, a wierd process was happening.  I was having to go back into the doctor’s office to have my blood re-drawn for testing.  Okay, so I do not like needles, and was not crazy about having to take off from work again, but hey, the tests were important.

But then I began to get rejection notices in the mail from my insurance company.  This was odd, because my coverage literally covered me for everything.  Further review of the statement showed “duplicate billing”.  It was obviously some clerical issue so I was not worried about anything.  But then I got an actual bill from the doctor’s office.  My benefit plan took care of all expenses other than copays.  So I called the office to find out why I had gotten a bill, and I was told “because you had blood drawn.”  I said, “I know, but they couldn’t run the tests on the blood because it hemalized.”  The clerk, who also happened to be the doctor’s wife said, “you have to pay.  You had the blood drawn.  The insurance company isn’t paying for it, so you have to.”  The key was finding out that blood usually hemalizes when it is drawn, by the tech.  Simply, the red blood cells are outer walls are ruined.  So they knew the tests could not be run, yet submitted a bill to my insurance company anyway.

That is when I did a little homework, and discovered that blood hemalizes when it is drawn, not during the testing.  So, the blood never made it to the lab.  Why the hell are tests being billed that were never done?  This was the third time that this has happened to me.  I called a family relative who was a nurse at the time, and confirmed everything with her.  Then I called the doctor’s office back.  I told them, “I want all of my records transferred to…” and then gave them the name and address of the new oncologist I would follow up with from then on, and then told the clerk “why”.  Before I could go any further, the clerk then said to me, “I will personally take care of that, and you can consider your balance paid in full.”

A dishonest business practice left me with a pit in my stomach.  I was supposed to be grateful to this practice for saving my life.  I did not pursue any legal action toward them as Ihoped that the fact that would worry if I would go public would scare them into straightening out.  I have never been in contact with them since, but I do still think about the situation, and how many other patients might they have done this to.

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