17 October 2007

La Cosa Nostra Smokah


After twenty years, I quit smoking several years ago. I'd been working on it for several years before I actually stopped. I used nicotine gum for a year or two as my safety net, but I certainly wasn't above a couple of cigarettes on the weekend. It's been a long, long time since I had even a puff. It's one of those questions they ask every time I see an oncology doctor. "How many days has it been since you had one puff?" Of course, I see a lot of people rolling around in those motorized wheelchairs (probably because of their chemo or radiation related fatigue), heads wrapped in scarves or capped with a wig, smoking with a vengeance. Sigh.

Even after this long, I think about smoking pretty regularly. When I'm driving down the street and someone has their window open with a cigarette hanging out (to escape their own second hand smoke, I assume), I long to get close enough to inhale. I take note of everyone I pass anywhere who's smoking. I work with one woman who still smokes and there's a guy who chews tobacco (but who wants that?). I could go downstairs and ask the Foot Lady for one of hers. There might be a foot conversation I'd have to participate in, but I do that fairly regularly, anyway. I haven't asked for one.

That was a long introduction to what may be a less than entertaining anecdote. Many years ago, there was a hot dog vendor who used to hawk his wieners down on Sixth Street, our version of the French Quarter in New Orleans (we're not really in the same league at all). He had a great story to tell about being a mob snitch from New York who was in the Witness Protection Program and had had to assume a new identity to escape the retribution of The Family. In Texas, we're not too familiar with wise guys. We've got gangs, but I'd guess we have very few no La Cosa Nostra representatives living here.

The Wiener Man complained bitterly of being harassed by the police and, in fact, he may have been hassled by them. One year, he'd finally had enough. But it wasn't the cops that ultimately became unbearable. Austin was in the early stages of outlawing smoking in public places. You could still smoke in some segregated areas in restaurants and bars were pretty much excluded, but the places you could light up were severely limited. Wiener Man was outraged and decided to run for City Council.

It was a weird election year, no doubt about it. We had a couple of transgender folks running, one of whom (Leslie) lived in a little trailer that he had to move himself like a rickshaw. He became a kind of tourist attraction. He had a sizable number of financial supporters but, sadly, an equal number of people who hated him because of his penchant for hanging out on the streets of Austin in a speedo or a wedding gown (he loved heels and wore them with both outfits). The other transgender person was also homeless, but low key. I never knew where Jennifer Gale lived and she was always dressed appropriately, though clearly in need of some more hormonal intervention. Jennifer Gale (who still mounts a campaign at every opportunity) became the candidate of transgender acceptance.

Despite the entertainment value of Leslie in his speedo who had absolutely no platform whatsoever, it was the Wiener Man who stole the show. When it was his turn came to define his agenda, it took exactly two minutes. He paused dramatically and croaked,

"I'm a smokah." He reached into his sports shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of unfiltered Camels. He held them in front of the camera as proof, I suppose, that he wasn't just jacking us around. He was the real deal. As if the gravelly sound of his voice wouldn't have been proof enough.

"I wanna look out for the rights of my fellow smokahs. If you're a smokah and you're sick of bein' run outta the stores and restaurants, vote for me."

The smokah candidate did not win that year. Not too long after, he moved to sunnier digs in Florida. I don't know if he had to assume a new new identity, after having outed himself at least in this city. I think of him from time to time, when I long for a cigarette. I only wish he'd won. What fun that would have been.

16 October 2007

Warm Cookies

"Think what a wonderful world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." ~ Robert Fulgham

Ahhh
...warm cookies. Crazy Employee has redeemed herself today by ordering warm cookies in celebration of Boss' Day. (I had to go into Owner's office and talk him into having one. He's on a perpetual on again, off again diet.) As for me, I indulged in two chocolate chip cookies and I'm in danger of lapsing into a sugar coma. (If this post ends suddenly, you'll know EMS probably had to be called.)

I have a rule about eating the stuff available in Crazy Land. We're awash in M&M's, peanut butter cups, Hershey's kisses--if it's candy, we probably have it. No one here should be eating any of it and I shudder to think how many pounds of sugar each individual in Crazy Land consumes annually. I'm not opposed to sugar. As a matter of fact, I have an enduring and passionate love for chocolate. I've spent several evenings in Houston, after a long day at M.D. Anderson, searching for an individual piece of chocolate cake. Just so you know. I'm as self-indulgent as anyone else.

About ten years ago, though, I discovered my penchant for eating as a way of dealing with stress. What did I eat? Yep. Candy. I don't recall any resulting weight gain, but once it dawned on me that anxiety led directly to sugar, I called a halt to eating anything that might be available at work. For a while, I couldn't even go by the receptionist's desk (the home of all death food). That created some problems for me, because half the staff is located on the other side of the building and the only way to get there is to walk past the receptionist's desk.

I have an excellent excuse for today. I'm back to sleeping about 4.5 hours a night. I need a sugar rush to keep me awake. Or, at least, to keep me awake until the coma ensues. Why no sleep? Who knows, but I'm guessing it's related to Crazy Land. I was fine over the weekend and actually got a reasonable amount of sleep.

I've now had conversations with virtually all of my co-workers and it's only Tuesday. Loathsome and I (well, mostly Loathsome) discussed his genius grandson. It was just like every discussion I've ever had with him. It's all about Loathsome; my job is to gaze admiringly at the perfection that is his very being. I did not disappoint. I've learned the hard way that admiring wins my freedom sooner than actually engaging in dialog.

The Information Superhighway is back after having taken a couple of days off to move into her new home. She's still feeling the sting of Crazy Employee's accusations that she's "mean" and "picks on" Crazy. It's good to have the Superhighway back. She's the most reasonable person here.

Her supervisor, Mr. Moneybags, arrived this morning in his favorite mood--enraged. We have no idea why other than that he's a white, middle-aged, bitter man who had reason to believe that his kind would rule the world. They still do, in fact, but there's just a tiny bit of interference by women, black people, Hispanic people and liberals. Furthermore, Jesus requires that he cast a wide net of hatred and fury. That's his version of Christianity, anyway.

I ran into Foot Lady who, under the guise of asking about the reconstruction ordeal, managed to work the conversation around to her feet. It was a banner day for her. She got to take not one, but both of her shoes off and make me look at her feet.

Hemorrhoids were the topic du jour with the Shunner. What's happened to me? I used to consistently give off the vibe of being a person with whom you'd never, ever, ever discuss anything even remotely related to intimate body parts or functions. The inhabitants of Crazy Land don't understand boundaries, though, and a disapproving raised eyebrow does nothing to restrain them.

Is there more? Of course there is. But the memory of warm cookies has cast a rosy glow on the whole week. I'm more entertained than annoyed. Note how easy it is to please me. Plus, I managed some yoga last night and the world is always brighter when I've twisted myself into positions with which my body is no longer remotely familiar. Cookies guarantee another round of it tonight. Proud Warrior and Gate Pose--suddenly the body wishes it had never walked by the receptionist's desk.

On Becoming a Breast Cancer Survivor


Harvard Women's Health Watch | October 2006

On becoming a breast cancer survivor

Getting through treatment is only the beginning.

The impact of breast cancer is as individual as the women who survive it. It can be an arduous though temporary challenge or an experience so transformative that it divides existence into two parts — before and after.

Perry Colmore has experienced the disease both ways. When she was 45, she was diagnosed with lobular carcinoma in situ, a noninvasive disease that signals an elevated risk for invasive breast cancer. Given the choice of preventive double mastectomy or simply removing the small tumor, she opted for a lumpectomy. “I breezed right along, assuming I’d be among the 80% who don’t have a recurrence,” she says.

And so she was — for seven years. Then a lump in her other breast turned out to be an invasive cancer that had already reached 12 lymph nodes. She underwent a mastectomy followed by radiation and chemotherapy.

Colmore has been cancer-free for more than a decade, but her health has suffered. Radiation treatments damaged one of her lungs, causing wheezing and breathlessness. She’s weathered bouts of pleurisy and pneumonia. And intensive antibiotic therapy for her lung diseases triggered severe diarrhea, resulting in a 40-pound weight loss.

Colmore’s experience isn’t typical, but it does suggest the range of later effects that can follow in the wake of breast cancer. The good news is that most breast cancer survivors are living long past the five-year survival benchmark of yesteryear. But many also find themselves facing the long-term consequences of the treatments that saved their lives.

Growing recognition of survivor needs

As the ranks of cancer survivors have swelled to more than 10 million, their health has attracted increasing attention from scientists and physicians. The Institute of Medicine (IOM) has formed an expert committee to consider the quality of life and care of cancer survivors. The panel’s report, From Cancer Patient to Cancer Survivor: Lost in Transition, published in 2005, acknowledged that cancer care too often ends when patients complete their initial treatments. There may be little communication between the patients’ oncology teams and their primary care doctors. The IOM advises physicians to craft a “survivorship plan” to guide health care in the years following treatment.

Several large cancer hospitals around the country, such as Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston, Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle, and Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York, have already instituted special programs or clinics for survivor care. At these centers, clinicians specialize in keeping cancer patients healthy and strong, reducing the risk of subsequent disease and, for breast cancer survivors, recognizing and treating the effects of breast cancer therapy.

Schedule of follow-up exams for breast cancer survivors

Exam

When

Physical exam

  • Every 3–6 months during the first 3 years after treatment

  • Every 6–12 months during the 4th and 5th year after treatment

  • Annually after 5 years

Breast self-exam

Monthly

Mammogram

Annually

Pelvic exam

Annually

Source: Guidelines developed by the American Society of Clinical Oncology

Treatment’s toll on the body

Cancer survivors are at risk for two kinds of side effects from treatment: Long-term effects, which begin during therapy and persist after it is completed, and late effects, which arise months or even years after treatment has ended.

The most common long-term effects include the following:

Fatigue. About 30% of breast cancer survivors are fatigued for five years or more after successful treatment. Any number of physical factors, including anemia and inflammation resulting from radiation or chemotherapy and loss of muscle mass, can account for fatigue during and after treatment. The psychological toll of treatment can also be exhausting. Though there’s little research on the subject, many women continue to shoulder responsibilities for jobs and managing households during and following their cancer treatment. Who wouldn’t be exhausted?

Weight gain. For reasons that science hasn’t fully explained, women undergoing breast cancer chemotherapy gain an average of five to eight pounds. Moreover, the excess poundage is all fat, rather than a combination of fat and lean tissue.

Nerve damage. Surgery can damage nerves in the treated breast and chest, resulting in numbness or pain. Chemotherapy may affect peripheral nerves, particularly those in the hands or feet.

Late effects can include these:

Lymphedema. Up to 25% of breast cancer survivors experience some degree of arm swelling following the removal of underarm lymph nodes, which is essential for evaluating the extent of the disease. Lymph node excision can damage the lymphatic drainage system, causing fluid to build up in the arm on the affected side. Lymphedema can appear weeks or months after surgery and is exacerbated if the arm is injured or infected.

Menopause discomforts. After breast cancer treatment, many women take tamoxifen, a selective estrogen blocker, for five years to prevent a recurrence. On the positive side, tamoxifen increases bone density and improves cholesterol. But it also produces menopausal symptoms, primarily hot flashes and vaginal dryness.

Osteoporosis. Women who undergo menopause following chemotherapy have a higher rate of bone loss than women who have a natural menopause. Aromatase inhibitors, such as anastrozole (Arimidex), letrozole (Femara), and exemestane (Aromasin), which are frequently a part of breast cancer therapy, block the production of estrogen in fat and other tissues. Treatment with these drugs is associated with a higher risk of fractures than tamoxifen therapy and may also be responsible for joint and muscle pain.

Subsequent cancer. Breast cancer survivors have an increased risk of developing cancer in the other breast. Also, some treatments increase the probability of developing certain other forms of cancer, although the risk is very low. For example, tamoxifen is associated with an increase in endometrial cancer risk, and high-dose cyclophosphamide therapy heightens the risk of acute myeloid leukemia.

Lung damage. Lung tissue can be damaged if radiation to the chest cavity reaches the lung. In about 1% of survivors, it leads to radiation pneumonitis, an inflammatory condition that usually occurs two to three months after treatment and can result in susceptibility to respiratory infection.

Congestive heart failure. Cardiac damage is increasingly rare as chemotherapy doses decline, but women who received high doses of doxorubicin (Adriamycin) may sustain damage to the heart muscle. Such damage can result in fluid buildup in the body and lungs, making it more difficult to breathe and exercise.

Breast cancer’s effects on the psyche

The end of treatment is one of the most stressful events in the cancer experience. Often friends and family expect a woman to be fully engaged in life the day she finishes treatment. But while a breast cancer patient may rejoice that radiation and chemotherapy have ended, she typically feels anything but normal. Not only is her body irrevocably changed, she’s also likely to be on uncertain emotional terrain.

“What others usually don’t realize is that the recovery from treatment may take as long as the treatment itself,” says Hester Hill Schnipper, Director of Oncology Social Work at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in Boston. Schnipper and other health professionals who work with cancer survivors have observed that the emotional effects of cancer therapy are far less recognized than the physical effects, yet they are just as profound.

Typically, a woman marshals all her psychological defenses to get through treatment. When therapy is over, she can finally let her guard down but then may be flooded with intense and conflicting emotions. The occurrence and intensity of reactions vary from woman to woman, but most experience the following:

Fear and anxiety. For women who have just completed chemotherapy or radiation — or five years of tamoxifen therapy — the end of active cancer treatment can be disconcerting. After months of regular medical care and attention, they often find themselves abruptly severed from the oncology team that’s sustained them during treatment. Equally common, and more distressing, is the specter of recurrence, which can color every aspect of life.

Grief. Breast cancer brings loss — be it as minor as the claim to perfect health or as monumental as the ability to have children. Grieving is a natural response to loss, and it may take months or years to complete.

Erosion of self-image. The physical effects of treatment — loss of a breast, hair loss, weight gain, radiation burns, and surgical scars — are reminders of one’s vulnerability. Breast cancer survivors may feel that they’re less attractive and that their vitality is diminished. The adjustments can be especially hard for young women who are thrown into menopause by chemotherapy.

Changes in intimate relationships. It goes without saying that a woman’s sex life is affected by breast cancer. Illness is a notorious thief of libido. In addition, a survivor’s partner may feel breast cancer’s toll on body and body image as deeply as the survivor herself.

Effects on the family. Breast cancer is a family affair. Family members are likely to want to get the household back to normal after treatment ends, and they may not be patient with the partner or mother who needs more time to recover.

Resources for survivors

After Breast Cancer: A Common-Sense Guide to Life After Treatment, Hester Hill Schnipper, Bantam Books, 2006

LIVESTRONG SurvivorCare
866-235-7205 (toll free)
www.livestrong.org

Cancer Survivors Network
American Cancer Society
800-227-2345 (toll free)
www.acscsn.org

The Wellness Community
888-793-9355 (toll free)
www.thewellnesscommunity.org

Breast Cancer: Strategies for Living, a Harvard Medical School Special Health Report, Harvard Health Publications, 2006

Living Through Breast Cancer (from Harvard Medical School) by Dr. Carolyn Kaelin, McGraw-Hill, 2005

The Breast Cancer Survivor's Fitness Plan (from Harvard Medical School) by Dr. Carolyn Kaelin, McGraw-Hill, 2006

Being a survivor

Breast cancer is a rough storm, but many women weather it well, buoyed by gratitude for life, hope for the future, and the support of loved ones. Some, like Perry Colmore, use it as the fulcrum for a major life change. When breast cancer returned, Colmore was a newspaper editor. As she experienced the intensity of the disease, she decided that it was a story worth telling. She told it through the experiences of 40 breast cancer survivors in the photo-essay book, Living with Breast Cancer: 39 Women and One Man Speak Candidly about Surviving Breast Cancer (Andover Townsman, 1997).

Perry and her husband also took stock of their life together. Their children were grown, so they traded their suburban home for an apartment in the city and a house on the beach. She quit her job to devote more time to working with breast cancer patients. She now volunteers at a hospital as a companion for women undergoing treatment and leads a cancer support program at her church. “I can’t say that I’m happy I got cancer, but I’m happy with my life,” she says.

Getting the help you need

If you’re a breast cancer survivor, these steps may help:

Work closely with your primary care doctor. According to Jennifer Potter, M.D., director of the Women’s Health Program at Boston’s Beth Israel Hospital, it’s important to make sure your clinician has your complete cancer history — including surgical reports, radiology records, and drug information. At your first post-treatment visit, you may want to discuss your treatment experience and openly air your fears. If your doctor seems ill at ease with your new status, find one who has experience with cancer survivors.

Join a support group. Breast cancer survivorship may not be a sorority you ever intended to join, but its ranks are legion. It can be therapeutic to talk with someone who’s walked in your shoes. If you’re looking for a specific type of survivor group, for example, single women or mothers of teenagers, there’s a good chance you can find it — if not in your community, then possibly online.

Stabilize your relationships. If cancer has put a strain on your relationships or unearthed problems that took root earlier, consider getting help. A mental health professional can help you develop healthier ways of interacting.

Treat yourself. When you were sick, it was probably comforting to have others take care of you. You may not be a patient any more, but there’s no reason for the nurturing to end. Make a list of things that might give you pleasure — from a vase of fresh flowers to a visit to a day spa — and schedule them into your life.

Invest in the future. This can be something as small as planting an amaryllis bulb to bloom in a few months or as large as launching a new career. Planning for the future is one of the best ways to overcome the fear that it won’t be there.

15 October 2007

Lonely

" The most I ever did for you was to outlive you. But that is much." ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

For almost a year after my father killed himself, images repeatedly flashed in my head of myself pointing a pistol at my temple. They're back. My father's weapon of choice was a shotgun. I guess my brain can't wrap itself around that vision. After all, I have long legs, but short arms. I could have shot myself with my feet, maybe, but toe dexterity would have probably been insufficient to the task.
I don't find the images as disturbing as I once did, but I'm cataloging the advent of the ten year anniversary of his death. So here it is.

I've been struggling to find some good memories, something positive in our relationship. It seems more critical this year than any other. I always come up empty. My therapist wonders why it's so important to me, why I'm so queasy about admitting to the "hate" part of my love-hate feelings about him. The answer is simple: I wish there were something positive, I long for the simplicity of love without dire complexity.

I have compassion for him, forgiveness in some large measure, I pity him for his desperate childhood and his desolate mental illnesses. But then I have those flashbacks and all I can feel is rage, contempt and despair. How might my life have been had his been different?

It would certainly have been less labyrinthine. I have the ability to see every side to every issue, to find goodness in people when it's buried under layer upon layer of hatred and anger. These are good things, right? On the whole, I think they are, but they leave me perpetually sitting on the fence, unable to find clarity about people and events. It's all complicated to me.

And I'm a very complex, very hidden person. If you don't know the events that shaped me, how can you understand my beliefs and behavior? How can you understand my choice of solitude at all costs? I choose to keep my secrets. They're fantastical. They're incomprehensible. They're an open invitation to judge me and where I came from. They make me very lonely.






U.S. Breast Cancer Death Rate Drops


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But a Race Gap Persists in America's Breast Cancer Death Rate
By Miranda Hitti
WebMD Medical News
Reviewed by Louise Chang, MD

Sept. 25, 2007 -- The American Cancer Society (ACS) today reported that U.S. breast cancer deaths continue to drop, but that decline still hasn't reached all ethnic groups.

That news appears in the ACS' biannual report on breast cancer in the U.S.

According to the report, breast cancer deaths declined by 2.2% annually from 1990 to 2004, partly due to earlier detection and advances in treatment.

But there are racial gaps in those figures, the report also shows.

Breast Cancer Race Gap

The ACS reports that breast cancer deaths dropped 2.4% per year from 1990 to 2004 in white and Hispanic women, compared with 1.6% annually in African-American women.

Women's breast cancer death rates didn't change during that time among Asian-American/Pacific Islanders, American Indians, and Alaska natives.

The precise reasons for those racial patterns aren't clear. Genetics may play a role, but other factors including income and access to medical care are also important.

"A woman today has a lower chance of dying from breast cancer than she's had in decades," says Harmon Eyre, MD, chief medical officer for the ACS, in a news release.

"Unfortunately, not all women are benefiting at the same level," says Eyre, noting that by 2004, breast cancer death rates were 36% higher in African-American women than in white women.

The ACS estimates that about 40,460 U.S. women will die of breast cancer in 2007 -- and that about 2.4 million women living in the U.S. have a history of breast cancer.

But breast cancer isn't U.S. women's leading cancer killer -- lung cancer is -- and heart disease kills more U.S. women than all cancers combined.

Latest Breast Cancer Statistics

In the new report, the ACS predicts that an estimated 178,480 new cases of invasive breast cancer will be diagnosed this year among U.S. women.

Invasive cancer has spread from its starting point into surrounding breast tissue. Most breast cancers are invasive.

The ACS also estimates that 62,030 new cases of in situ breast cancer (cancer that hasn't spread beyond its starting point to other breast tissue) will be diagnosed in 2007.

Breast cancer is far more common among women than men. The ACS predicts that in 2007, about 2,030 cases of breast cancer will be diagnosed in men, accounting for about 1% of all breast cancers.

The ACS estimates that 450 men will die of breast cancer in the U.S. this year.

Breast Cancer Rarer?

Breast cancer is U.S. women's most common cancer (except for skin cancers), but it may be becoming rarer than in the past.

Don't race past that word "may." Undetected breast cancers due to missed mammograms may be contributing to the trend.

The ACS reports a 3.5% drop per year in breast cancer cases from 2001 to 2004.

That decline follows a sharp rise in breast cancer cases from 1980 to 1987 that slowed until 2001 and then headed down.

Why the turnaround? The ACS notes two possible reasons.

Reason No. 1: Many women halted hormone replacement therapy (HRT) starting in 2002, after the Women's Health Initiative linked HRT to breast cancer risk. Researchers continue to debate that risk.

Reason No. 2: Mammography rates are down. Some women may have breast cancer and not know it. That would make breast cancer rates look lower than they really are.

Mammography isn't a perfect test, but it's the best way to screen women for breast cancer.

Breast Cancer Perspective

A woman living in the U.S. has a 12.3% (1 in 8) lifetime risk of developing breast cancer, states the ACS report.

But remember, that's a general number about a woman's odds of developing breast cancer at some point in her life -- not this year, or even this decade.

Breast cancer becomes more common with age, but it can also strike before menopause, so the ACS encourages women to learn what's normal for their breasts and to get lumps checked by a doctor.

Most lumps aren't breast cancer. But don't assume that a lump is no big deal. Check with your doctor to find out -- and remember, if it is breast cancer, the sooner it's detected, the better your chances may be of survival.

12 October 2007

Crazy Employee and Memories of My Father.


Update 0n Crazy Employee. No, she did not get fired. She's still not a salaried employee, though. She told Information Superhighway (who, by the way, is a friend of mine) that she thought Superhighway is "mean" to her and "picks on her." Hello? Are you five? In her defense, the Superhighway is probably the most rational and fair person in Crazy Land.

Not only was she not fired, but she retained her vacation and sick leave time, despite missing more than her allotted days for the year. I've missed an enormous amount of time, too, so there's not much I can say about that except that it seems to me she's been rewarded in a sense for being psycho. Ah, Crazy Land.

Memories keep on coming. This morning, out of the blue, I remembered my father running away from home. His wife (two years older than I) had finally had enough of his abuse and escaped, leaving their daughter behind. My dad, whom had never admitted to me that, (a) they were married and (b) the child was his daughter, had to confess.

He called me into his bedroom. That, in itself, was a surprise. All big news, punishment, and a fair amount of the verbal abuse that he inflicted on me was meted out in the bathroom. His entire family had a thing about bathrooms (which I've mentioned in much earlier posts). The confession was delivered as he sat on his bed, getting ready to leave.

My father told me he had to hold onto his child and that he was going on the run. That meant, of course, back to his Mom who could be counted on to support all of her adult male children no matter what. (She had a major preference for boys.) Had he not been so self-absorbed, he might have noticed the rage and contempt on my face. I think my (appropriate) fear of him kept me from saying much. Besides, I was focused on how much I hated him at that moment. I not only hated him for the destruction all of this had wreaked on my life, but also the fact that he thought I was stupid enough not to know what was going on. They were sleeping in the same bed, for God's sake.

So off he went with child in tow. I was glad. I never wanted him to come back. My mom and I continued to live in the house for about a week until one night when his wife, her sister and brother showed up in the middle of the night. They broke into our house. It was the only moment in my life when I've felt capable of killing someone. If my dad's gun had been handy, I might still be in prison because I most surely would have killed this person whom I felt had ruined my life. I was only 18 at the time. As an adult, I'm very clear about who ruined my life and it was not she.

My mother and I left, went to the police station and were treated like scum. I suppose we must have seemed like it when we informed them that all of us were still living together: my dad, his wife and kid, my mom and me. We were told to go away.

When we returned home the next day, the contents of the house were all gone. My bedroom furniture, my books (my books!), all gone. I was devastated and enraged. Once again, my father's actions had stripped me of something else. Specifically, they had taken my intellectual identity, which was really the only identity I was allowed to develop and hold onto.

After that, they showed up at my high school for a couple of weeks, waiting for me to come out. They surrounded me and verbally assaulted me and threatened me with violence. I'm sure my dad knew about it, because he spoke with my mom regularly. Did he give a damn? Well, no.

I'm not up for recounting the rest of the story today...and it's mind-numbingly long. The memory spoke to why my father killed himself. He always solved his problems by running away from them. The only real difference was that last time, he decided to run away forever.

Breast Cancer: Dealing with Relationship Changes


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Breast Cancer's Relationship Toll

Any major illness can strain close relationships. But for women with breast cancer, it can be an especially difficult emotional challenge.
By Colette Bouchez
WebMD Feature
Reviewed by Louise Chang, MD

For many women, the diagnosis of breast cancer represents not only a major physical battle, but also the ultimate emotional challenge -- one that affects every relationship in our life.

Indeed, from friendships to romance, from being a parent to being a daughter, the way you relate to everyone -- and the way they relate to you -- can be affected.

"I do think cancer has more impact on emotions and emotional relationships than other catastrophic diseases, because with cancer, death is often the first thing people flash on. There's an immediate shock and emotional impact that few other illnesses have," says Katherine Puckett, LCSW, national director of Mind-Body Medicine at the Cancer Treatment Centers of America in Chicago.

Moreover, Puckett says that the uncertainty of the disease itself enhances that impact. "It's the not knowing aspect of breast cancer that increases the emotionality in regard to all your relationships. It heightens anxiety, but it heightens and changes everything in your life," says Puckett.

But the changes, she says, don't have to be negative.

Indeed, for some women, breast cancer can be the catalyst that turns casual friendships into deep and meaningful bonds, that brings couples closer, that helps the family unit become stronger and more cohesive.

For others, however, it can be a lonely and isolating time -- a period of life when people we counted on most seem to all but disappear.

So what is it that determines how breast cancer will affect you and the people in your life? Experts say it’s often linked to a willingness to let others share your burden, something that doesn't come easy for many women.

"Women are the caregivers. We are used to taking care of everyone else, so it can be a huge emotional struggle to give up some of that control and let people in. Even with illness, women still want to handle everything on their own," says Gloria Nelson, LSCW, senior oncology social worker at the Montefiore/Einstein Cancer Center in New York City.

Moreover, experts say, many women view asking for help as a sign of weakness, so they won't allow even those who want to help to do so.

"They think that needing help means they have no willpower or strength. But in reality, being able to share your feelings and ask for help when you need it is a sign of strength that can strengthen the relationships in your life when you need them the most," says Mauricio Murillo, MD, an onco-psychiatrist and director of Supportive Services at the NYU Cancer Center in New York City.

So where -- and how -- do you begin to do that? The best way to start, say experts, is with honest, open communication with family and friends.

Breast Cancer and Your Family Relationships

Among the most important relationships in our lives are those we forge with our partners and especially our children. And whether they’re toddlers, grade school-aged, teens, or even young adults, experts say if you want to keep the family unit strong during this challenging time, it's essential that you confide in them from the very earliest stages of your disease.

"It doesn't work to keep this important a secret from your children. Kids are remarkable in that they pick up on everything going on in their parents’ life, and they almost always know when something is wrong," says Puckett.

Moreover, Murillo cautions that when kids do sense a problem but don't know what it is, they often blame themselves.

"They begin to feel guilty, as if they are causing the situation, and they pull away. So it's very important to talk to them honestly and openly right from the start," says Murillo.

While Nelson says very few parents use the word "cancer" in their explanation -- most, she says, refer to tumors or lesions, or sometimes just say “Mommy is sick” – what trumps the list of suggestions is assuring your children that you are doing everything possible to get well.

"You can't promise your kids that you're going to be alive and that everything is OK, but you can say you are working with the best doctors you could find and that everyone is going to do their very best to help you get better," says Puckett.

And what if your child asks, "Mommy, are you going to die?" Puckett says the answer is always "I hope not."

"Tell them you are doing everything you can to stay with them, and you'll let them know if anything changes. Building a sense of trust is key to building a strong, supportive family unit during this time," she says.

(How did your relationships change during or after cancer? Share your own coping tips on WebMD's Breast Cancer: Friend to Friend message board.)

Breast Cancer And Your Intimate Relationships

While crisis automatically bonds some partners in a unified front, sadly, that's not always the case. Indeed, experts say that when partners try to shield each other from the pain and worry of breast cancer, often they grow further apart -- and don't even understand why.

"This is an area that most patients have the most difficulty with -- not only the patients, but their partners -- and it occurs mainly because they are not sharing with each other, so neither knows how the other is thinking or feeling," says Murillo.

When you don't know what your partner is thinking, he says, you often assume the worst -- that they don't care, or that they don't want you. And the natural reaction is to withdraw.

"But often the real issue is that he doesn't bring things up for fear he'll make her feel worse. And she's not bringing things up because she doesn't want him to worry. So the communication stops at a time when they both really need to share these feelings," says Murillo.

But it's not just the emotional communications that can go awry. Very often the separation starts in the bedroom as breast cancer affects a couple's intimate life.

"Women connect their breasts with their sexuality and their femininity in a way that is not typical of any other cancer," says Nelson. As a result, she says, any type of breast cancer treatment has the potential to impact intimacy.

Indeed, Puckett tells WebMD, it can often leave a woman feeling that her sex life will never be the same, that her partner will be turned off, or that she herself won't ever feel like making love again. This in turn causes her to pull away from her partner at a time when sharing a physical connection can be life-affirming.

To help solve -- or prevent -- any of these problems, experts say keep the lines of communication open and be as real as possible about what you are feeling in all areas of your life.

"Any catastrophic illness, but cancer especially, forces people to look at and deal with many things they didn't pay attention to before. So take advantage of that and view it as an opportunity to make your relationship stronger," says Puckett.

She also advises talking to your doctor about any intimate problems on your mind. "Women sometimes wait for their doctor to bring it up, but doctors often don't say anything until the woman brings it up. So many miss out on the wealth of helpful medical and lifestyle information that can help with some of these problems. So don't be embarrassed or ashamed to ask about it," says Puckett.

Breast Cancer: Getting The Support You Need

While sometimes a little creative communication will be all you and your partner need to get back on track, Puckett says this isn’t always the case. Sometimes, she says, a partner is simply emotionally unable to provide you with the support you need, and no amount of communication is going to change that.

But instead of being hurt and disappointed, experts say to accept those limitations and appreciate that person for what they can give you, and then allow others into your life to fill the gaps.

"You have to be open to people. You can't expect to get everything you need from one person, even a spouse," says Nelson.

But while knowing you need help is one thing, asking for it can be quite another. What can make it easier, says Nelson, is to recognize the opportunity as a gift you give to others.

"As hard as it is for you to face your cancer, it's also hard for the people who love and care about you -- and allowing them to help you helps them to cope. So in a way, accepting their help is a little gift you give to them," says Nelson.

At the same time, Puckett says that it's also important to be as specific as possible about what you need.

"Many times people want to help but just don't know what to do," says Puckett. By being as specific as possible, she says, you'll make it easier for friends and family to give you the support you really need. Take some time to make a list of things you know you’ll need help with while you’re going through treatments, so when friends or family offer, you’re ready. For example, if you know you’ll be fatigued and sick after a chemotherapy session, ask a friend to bring over dinner or even take your kids out for a bite to eat while you rest.

Finally, experts say, don't be disappointed if not everyone in your life steps up to help, even when you ask. It doesn't mean they don't care.

"Everyone reacts to, and copes with, crisis in a different way. And very often, you don't find who can't handle things until the crisis occurs," says Puckett.

If this is the case, don't despair. Experts say the key is to recognize the role each person can play in your life. And if you need more help, don't be afraid to turn to a professional or a support group for the rest.

Says Puckett, "From counselors and social workers at your treatment center, to online communities, to chat rooms, to local support groups, to various cancer organizations, don't overlook the incredible communities of people who will open their hearts -- if you let them."


11 October 2007

The Definition of Crazy Land


By the time I got home yesterday, I was exhausted. The day began well. My concentration level was high, sustained and I made some significant progress in the database. Life was looking up. The only minor thorn in my side was a call from our Workers' Comp insurance company suggesting that we sue our client for an injury, which is absolutely insane, but that's another story.

Then I opened my intra-office email. There it was: The email from Crazy Employee who, at 5:05 Tuesday, completely lost what little sanity she possessed up to this point. It was addressed to her supervisor, the Information Superhighway, but copied to Owner, Mr. Moneybags and me. Great.

The email was a defiant manifesto that, had I been her supervisor, would have earned her an immediate dismissal. The issue? She's an hourly employee and she feels slighted that she's not salaried. I'll bet you can guess the real reason this is such a critical dispute. That's right, she tends to arrive around 9:30 or 10:00, takes two-hour lunches and wraps up her day around 3:00 or 4:00. Hell, I'm here more than she is and I'm only five weeks into recovery from surgery.

In Crazy Land, hourly employees are expected to keep track of the hours they work and turn them in to Payroll (i.e., Information Superhighway) every week. Crazy Employee's documented time didn't quite correspond with the hours she was actually here the past couple of weeks. As a matter of fact, they were off to the tune of half a day for several days. In responding to Crazy's request for payment for salaried status, Superhighway pointed out that the company had, in fact, paid her for more time than she deserved. Crazy's response (in part):

"I will not be scrutinized and held to standards that no one else is required to meet."

Doesn't that take your breath away? Let's not even address her assumption that she's held to a higher standard. Nonsense. If I were her supervisor, those first four words would have been met with an invitation to gather her things and find a job where she would not be scrutinized. I'd also suggest to her that her current hourly wage is more than she's worth and more than a similar job could command anywhere else in the city.

I waited for Owner, Moneybags and Superhighway to arrive, anticipating the fury the email was bound to unleash. Owner came in first and called me immediately. Damn damn damn. I went to his office and he told me to close the door. He asked if I'd read the email and wondered why Crazy had sent a copy to me.

"Beats the hell out of me," I told him.

We spent about 15 minutes discussing her outrageous statements. By that time, Moneybags had rolled in. Owner made me come along for the ride; we waited in Moneybags' office until he finished his morning pre-work routine. I will not bore you with the details. It went on and on and on and on. The absurd thing is, this is not my problem. Just because Crazy includes me in an email does not mean that I need to be involved any further. Nonetheless, I listened while they discussed options for dealing with her. That was another 45 minutes of my time. Weariness was setting in.

Then Crazy Employee finally sashayed into the building. I said hello and retired to my office refuge. She used the pretext of delivering something to me and, inevitably, asked if I'd read her email.

"Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, Owner wanted to know why you included me." Might as well cut to the chase.

She then attempted to manipulate me into taking her side by telling me how intelligent she thinks I am, how much I know about employment law and about how I am, in fact, the real stealth ruler of the Crazy Land domain. You can't manipulate me. I'm a pro. It was my father's modus operendi and, therefore, I can spot it before it turns the corner a mile away. What's more, I'm very clear about the nature of my own strengths and weaknesses. Flattery will not only get you nowhere, it might be a dangerous course of action. It was a serious error of judgment on her part, akin to complaining to Owner about the kitties. Crazy is not the most perceptive person in the world.

Again, I won't bore you with the hour-long, tear-filled conversation in which I clarified my role in the company and my official position on this whole brouhaha. Specifically, I'm not involved and don't wish to be involved in any way. I did cite some legal reasons why she's not an exempt employee (which would entitle her to salaried status). I tried to distract her by asking about her family and, when that didn't stop the water works, suggested that maybe she take the day off (today) and get in a little Crazy Employee personal fun time. Or maybe she should take the rest of the day (yesterday) off.

"I'm leaving," she said.

"Forever or just for today?" I was confused, because the tone of voice could have implied either of the two. She told me she meant just for the day. I excused myself on the pretext of visiting the restroom and noticed the Information Superhighway had arrived after completing a walk-through of her new house prior to closing.

By that time, Crazy had left the building. She did not tell anyone, she did not notify anyone via email. She just left. It was yet another idiotic thing to do and a further guarantee that nothing she demanded would be granted anytime soon.

I recounted the whole annoying conversation to her supervisors. That took another hour or so. Shortly after I got back to my office and settled in to work on the database, Owner dropped by for yet another recap of my close encounter of the Crazy Employee kind.

Then, mercifully, it was time for me to leave. I worked an 8-hour day (and I do mean "worked") without the benefit of lunch and yet I got virtually nothing accomplished. This is very definition of Crazy Land.

Crazy Employee Strikes Again

By the time I got home yesterday, I was exhausted. The day began well. My concentration level was high and I made some significant progress in the database. Then I opened my email. There it was: The email from Crazy Employee who, at 5:05 Tuesday, completely lost what little sanity she possessed up to this point. The email was addressed to her supervisor, the Information Superhighway, but copied to Owner, Mr. Moneybags and me. Great.

The email was a defiant manifesto that, frankly, had I been her supervisor, would have earned her an immediate dismissal. The issue? She's an hourly employee and she feels slighted that she's not salaried. I'll bet you can guess why this is such a critical dispute. That's right, she tends to arrive around 9:30 or 10:00, takes two-hour lunches and wraps up her day around 3:00 or 4:00. Hell, I'm here more than she is and I'm only five weeks into recovery from surgery.

10 October 2007

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Oh Damn. I Still Work in Crazy Land

There was a big brouhaha this morning ignited by an email Crazy Employee sent out to her supervisor (The Information Superhighway), with cc's to Owner, Mr. Moneybags and me. The fact that she included me in her Molotov cocktail resulted in me being deeply involved in the whole situation. The upshot? I'm exhausted.

I'd started a humorous recounting of the four-hour fiesta of fun, but I find I'm too worn down now. It's hard to find humor when you feel like you've been run over by a truck, then the truck has backed up and run over you again a couple of times. I hope to reclaim my zest for tomfoolery tomorrow.

09 October 2007

Alcohol and Breast Cancer


The following article is from The Society for Women's Health Research. Stop by the site for more information on a broad array of women's health issues, not just cancer.
http://www.womenshealthresearch.org

Wine, women and... spirits, beer and breast cancer risk

Barcelona, Spain: One of the largest individual studies of the effects of alcohol on the risk of breast cancer has concluded that it makes no difference whether a woman drinks wine, beer or spirits (liquor). It is the alcohol itself (ethyl alcohol) and the quantity consumed that is likely to trigger the onset of cancer. The increased breast cancer risk from drinking three or more alcoholic drinks a day is similar to the increased breast cancer risk from smoking a packet of cigarettes or more a day

Speaking at a news briefing today (Thursday) at the European Cancer Conference (ECCO 14) in Barcelona, Dr Arthur Klatsky said: "Population studies have consistently linked drinking alcohol to an increased risk of female breast cancer, but there has been little data, most of it conflicting, about an independent role played by the choice of beverage type."

Dr Klatsky, adjunct investigator in the Division of Research, Kaiser Permanente Medical Care Program, Oakland, USA, and his colleagues studied the drinking habits of 70,033 multi-ethnic women who had supplied information during health examinations between 1978-1985. By 2004, 2,829 of these women had been diagnosed with breast cancer. In one analysis, the researchers compared the choice of drink amongst women who tended to favour one type of drink over another with women who had no clear preference. They also looked for any association between the frequency of drinking one type of alcoholic drink over another. Finally, they examined the role of total alcohol intake, comparing it with women who drank less than one alcoholic drink a day.

They found that there was no difference in the risk of developing breast cancer between wine, beer or spirits. Even when wine was divided into red and white, there was no difference. However, when they looked at the relationship between breast cancer risk and total alcohol intake, the researchers found that women who drank between one and two alcoholic drinks per day increased their risk of breast cancer by 10% compared with light drinkers who drank less than one drink a day; and the risk of breast cancer increased by 30% in women who drank more than three drinks a day.

When they looked at specific groups, stratified according to age or ethnicity, the results were similar.

Dr Klatsky said: "Statistical analyses limited to strata of wine preferrers, beer preferrers, spririts preferrers or non-preferrers each showed that heavier drinking, compared to light drinking, was related to breast cancer risk in each group. This strongly confirms the relation of ethyl alcohol per se to increased risk."

He continued: "A 30% increased risk is not trivial. To put it into context, it is not much different from the increased risk associated with women taking oestrogenic hormones. Incidentally, in this same study we have found that smoking a pack of cigarettes or more per day is related to a similar (30%) increased risk of breast cancer."

Although breast cancer incidence varies between populations and only a small proportion of women are heavy drinkers, Dr Klatsky said that a 30% increase in the relative risk of breast cancer from heavy drinking might translate into approximately an extra 5% of all women developing breast cancer as a result of their habit.

Other studies, including research from the same authors, have shown that red wine can protect against heart attacks, but Dr Klatsky said that different mechanisms were probably at work.

"We think that the heart protection benefit from red wine is real, but is probably derived mostly from alcohol-induced higher HDL (�good�) cholesterol, reduced blood clotting and reduced diabetes. None of these mechanisms are known to have anything to do with breast cancer. The coronary benefit from drinking red wine may also be related to favourable drinking patterns common among wine drinkers or to the favourable traits of wine drinkers, as evidenced by US and Danish studies."

Dr Klatsky said that all medical advice needed to be personalised to the individual. "The only general statement that could be made as a result of our findings is that it provides more evidence for why heavy drinkers should quit or cut down."

He concluded: "This has been fascinating research. Our group has been involved in studies of alcohol drinking and health for more than three decades, including in the area of heart disease. We are fortunate to have data available about a large, multi-ethnic population with a variety of drinking habits."

08 October 2007

Having Watched the River Flow

"You must love the crust of the earth on which you dwell more than the sweet crust of any bread or cake. You must be able to extract nutriment out of a sand-heap. You must have so good an appetite as this, else you will live in vain." ~ Henry David Thoreau

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" ~ Kahlil Gibran

The three days away were absolutely blissful. The sound of the Guadalupe River, high and fast-moving these days, soothed my soul. Time away from Crazy Land and from the hurtful hands of medical professionals was a joyous reminder of how things could be.

Then, on Saturday, a major water main break left us without water until Sunday at 5:00 p.m. It's funny how attached you become to bathing regularly. Fortunately, my mom is generous with her shower.

Aside from that, we're rapidly approaching the ten year anniversary of my dad's suicide. He decided to check out nine days before my birthday. I've always wondered how he could have done that to me. Oh wait, silly me.

My father was a deeply disturbed man who spread misery of all kinds wherever he went. Physical, emotional, spiritual: It was all fair game for him. He saved a large measure of it for me. Nonetheless, he was my one and only father. I loved him, even though I didn't like him, and his suicide was devastating.

These days, memories come unbidden as I watch television or do the dishes or any of a thousand mundane acts. Sometimes, it's as simple as the word "Daddy" echoing in my head. The ironic thing about that is that I stopped referring to him by that name when I was very, very young. The horrors of my very own childhood concentration camp washed that name out of my vocabulary. I guess it's those tiny-child memories that take hold deep within our subconscious, springing up to surprise us when our guards are down. Shortly after his suicide, I remember sitting in the bathtub, with my head absolutely empty of thoughts, which were blasted away by the holocaust of his gun shot. "My daddy's gone." It felt unbearable. The silence that preceded and followed that thought stretched on like nuclear winter for what seemed an eternity.

Ten years later, I've come to terms with it, as much as one ever can. The reality of his self-murder, the anguish of not being able to penetrate his self-destructiveness and delusion have been tempered by time. I'm angry with him still. I pity him still. I still wish he had been capable of love. I still live with the wounds he inflicted on me, before his death and after. I'll continue to talk about his death as the month grinds on, because that's what I do, that's all that I can do.

Life seems to be an intricate maze in search of reconciliation between the child I was, the adult I thought I might become, the person I am and the one I'm becoming. I'm trying to recreate the inner narrative by which I define myself. The stories we tell ourselves about ourselves are critical to human beings; they are, in essence, that which denotes our individuality. I'm a composite of events, cataloged and assigned personal symbolic meaning, separate and apart from others' remembrance of the personality they once knew or their perception of me now.

We are all many things to many different people in this journey. Our brains hold our histories, keeping track of songs long-since forgotten, tiny moments that are unavailable to us in conscious memory. I struggle to meld together the things I remember all too clearly and the puzzle of what comes now, allowing those deep, hidden roots of memory to nourish me in silence and darkness.

It's not an altogether dark exploration, though. The Guadalupe River is high. There's a squirrel napping on a limb outside my window. The mystery of the cosmos takes my breath away.

Cancer Caregiver Research

The National Cancer Institute (NCI), a federal agency that is part of the National Institutes of Health (NIH) and the George Washington School of Public Health, would like to talk to women who are providing care for a family member or friend with cancer. We’d like to learn about your caregiving experience and how you have coped.

If you are:

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*Currently providing care for someone over the age of 20 with cancer, OR you provided care for someone over the age of 20 with cancer at end-of-life within the last year

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We will ask you some questions about yourself and your caregiving experience. Participating in this study involves a total of 15-20 minutes by phone. If they qualify, eligible participants may be asked to provide additional information about their caregiving experiences in a follow-up telephone interview that will last approximately 45-60 minutes.

03 October 2007

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Watching the River Flow


Annual physical. Check.
Dentist. Check.

Until next week, I'm finished with people in white coats. What a relief. Next week, another dentist appointment and an appointment to discuss genetic testing, which I'm going to cancel. With any luck, that will wrap up all of my medical commitments until December. I'm breathing easier already.

I don't know if this is an industry-wide change, but my primary care physician has a brand new way to do pap smears. Guess what? It involves more pain.

For ten years, I refused to have a pap smear. I had had one of the best ob-gyns in town, a man. From the first time I ever had one, they always evoked memories of my sexual abuse as a child. In my late thirties, I found a woman general practitioner whom I trusted. Since that time, they've all been bearable, until last year. My regular doctor was out, so I had a nurse practitioner do my annual physical. I thought the painful pap smear was because she was a stranger. Maybe the new, improved pap smear methodology was implemented last year. Welcome back to childhood.

I had a accident with my puppy (who weighs 50 pounds) on Sunday, when he rammed his hard, pointy little head into the bottom of my chin. There was a lot of blood (mine) and I was afraid I'd loosened a tooth from the force of his head against my jaw. My dentist says I'm fine.

It's been a tough couple of weeks, so I'm taking a break from work (and maybe the computer) for the rest of the week. Tomorrow, my mom and I are going to have lunch at a little restaurant about 30 miles from here. It's in an old grist mill, with decks perched among the trees, along the banks of the river. You can hear the river rushing beneath the tree canopies. It's one of my favorite things to do and something my mom and I did every year until I was diagnosed. We've been deprived of the fun for the past two years. I was determined to find a way to do it this year, so my colleagues in Crazy Land believe I'm on my way out of town to see more doctors.

I don't even remember when I last had a day completely devoted to relaxing and doing something I enjoy. It's finally here.

I may be away from the computer until next week; I'll have to see how it goes. Until then, I invite everyone to take a day for themselves and remember what's important in life.

01 October 2007

From My Friends at M.D. Anderson

Here's a link to the people who've taken such great care of me for the past two years. They have some excellent information about breast cancer and, if you go to the main site, you can find links that lead you to articles about other types of cancer.

http://www.mdanderson.org/diseases/breastcancer/

Research indicates that breast cancer is a chronic disease. There is no cure, but survival rates continue to rise for most forms of breast cancer. Don't forget your monthly self exams and never, ever miss annual mammograms after the age of 40.

Men can get breast cancer, too, so encourage your male friends and family members to be alert to changes in their breasts.

28 September 2007

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

It's a couple of days away, but I received a transcript from breastcancer.org this morning and I wanted to share the link before I forget. I worked as much as I could during my breast cancer treatment (and, of course, I'm working during reconstruction), but it wasn't easy.

On September 19, guest speakers Barbara Hoffman, J.D. and Irene Card and moderator Ruth Oratz, M.D., F.A.C.P. answered questions about the legal, financial, physical and emotional aspects of working during breast cancer treatment. You can find the transcript here:

http://www.breastcancer.org/community/ask_expert/index.jsp

26 September 2007

The Leaves Fall Early This Autumn



"The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older." ~ Ezra Pound

It's shaping up to be a fabulous day. I saw my new medical oncologist yesterday and I'm not sure I like him. He spent a lot of time talking about the history of breast cancer treatment, dictated notes to be sent to my g.p., and made a book recommendation to my mom. He noted that I'm hypertensive, even though the exact opposite is true. My blood pressure usually hovers somewhere around 106/70. I'm almost certain he used that word. I managed to catch little snippets of information while he was doing the dictation, but he was talking so fast I couldn't understand much.

Here's a thought: Ask me. I think virtually everyone's blood pressure gets a little elevated when they visit a doctor. Maybe the doctor doesn't have time to ask me (although he could have worked it in if he hadn't been giving that long book report to my mom), but his nurse should have. I actually did tell the nurse, but I guess she didn't feel it worthy of writing down. I was also running a temperature. If my temperature is 98.6, I'm really sick. I constantly try to point this out to my phalanx of medical professionals and, across the board, they all ignore me.

On the osteoporosis front, I'm 1/2 inch shorter than I used to be. The rapid diminishment in height is a direct result of chemotherapy. Prior to breast cancer, I already had osteopenia (the early and less serious form of osteoporesis), but I had no idea how much my bone density had fallen victim to breast cancer treatment. Great. Now I only have one real breast, tissue necrosis, scars everywhere and I'm now bitty. Things are definitely looking up.

Dr. Sandbach (new M.O.) ordered a chest x-ray, which I'll have to pay for. Hubby has sucked virtually all of the money out of the Breast Cancer Slush Fund, so that won't be as easy as it has been in the past. This puts me in a simply marvelous mood. I have to admit that it's been a bad day right from the get-go (as we like to say here in Texas) and it's only 9:25 a.m.

Autumn is here. I got a few glimpses this morning of my steadfast squirrel friend; the leaves are already thinning enough to make it easier to find him. Autumn is never good. I've just passed the 3 year anniversary of my best friend's death and, in October, the ten year anniversary of my dad's suicide is coming up. Two years ago, right around this time, I was trying to prepare myself psychologically to get through my mastectomy.

Then there are all those awful memories from childhood that carpet the season. Flashbacks happen any time of year, but fall invokes a pall that is too rich, too complex in pain to be able to tease out the specific memories. It's always been this way and maybe the lack of distinct recall is a good thing, anyway.

I'm physiologically highly attuned to changes of season. The advent of autumn is the beginning of dying for so many things. My little squirrel soon will come to be very visible; all of the leaves on his playground of trees will have died.

The skies are overcast today. I've gotten to work on my seasonal affective disorder right away. Why waste time when you can get started now?

It's all pretty amusing, if I look at it in the correct context. I'm sitting here in Crazy Land, eating dry cereal and feeling like hell, contemplating the cycle of life. I'm stressed out over the continuing medical events and still in pain (especially my colon). For a little over 3 weeks, I've worn a girdle 24 hours a day, 7 days a week (because of the liposuction in the donor site), which is extremely uncomfortable, though significantly less so than how it feels without the girdle. Of course this is how I'm spending my morning. Otherwise, it wouldn't fit into the overall paradigm of my life. My entire life would lack consistency. As it is, in all of its soul-specific absurdity, this morning is further proof that God's in His heaven and all is right with the world.

25 September 2007

The Solitude of Childhood

"How is it possible not to feel that there is communication between our solitude as a dreamer and the solitudes of childhood? And it is no accident that, in a tranquil reverie, we often follow the slope which returns us to our childhood solitudes." ~ Gaston Bachelard

I have a dear friend (Hello, C!) who recently suggested to me that two years of breast cancer treatment and reconstruction surgery triggered a recurrence of many Post Traumatic Disorder symptoms. She's a very wise person.

I saw my psychiatrist yesterday, armed with a list of my issues: crying (and crying and crying), nightmares so horrifying that I'm afraid to go to sleep, nearly invisible self esteem, a staggering inability to concentrate, colon pain (the return of IBS). I'm just hitting the high points here; there's no need to enumerate them all. I'm certain you get my point.

Having returned on Friday from a seminar about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, my psychiatrist understood immediately that all of the new breast cancer related physical and emotional trauma reawakened the areas of my brain that store all of my childhood trauma. The brain recognizes the similarity. My friend, C., was right. My PTSD was relatively well-managed for almost ten years (things got out of hand when my dad killed himself), but the symptoms are back with a vengeance.

My ongoing brain fog is at least partly due to that area of my brain that controls cognitive functioning, logical thinking, etc. going on strike, so to speak. I've been attributing it to chemo brain (which I've read can last for up to ten years), but it may have nothing whatsoever to do with chemotherapy.

The nightmares were certainly no mystery. I dream of people chasing me so they can conduct medical experiments on me. I dream of being physically assaulted. (A humorous aside: my most recent assault dream featured some people beating me up with a large wooden penis. I'm guessing that's because my oncology doctors are all men. It wasn't so funny in my dream, though.) Some of the nightmares have clearly hearkened back to specific incidents of childhood abuse, a fact that hadn't occurred to me.

I have new, short-term medication to help me deal with those nightmares. I've been terrified to go to sleep, but last night there were no nightmares.

I've also started taking a very low level of a medication I just weaned myself off of with a great deal of difficulty. It addresses serotonin issues. I'd already guessed that might be part of my problems, but I've been trying hard not to add new medication to my already beleaguered body. If nothing, else, this will address the colon pain. Eliminating any single source of pain can only be helpful at this point. I'll deal with weaning myself from it again when I can. I hope that's in the near future.

Diminished cognitive functioning explains why I've had so much trouble formulating the structure of the database I've been working on forever now. Of course, knowing why doesn't help me be more capable of working faster and thinking clearly. At least I know I haven't gone permanently stupid, though.

Today, I have an appointment with my new medical oncologist/hematologist. No trip to M.D. Anderson this time, which means I won't be quite as tired and stressed as I usually am when regularly scheduled blood tests are required. Had they not taken Dr. Crisofanilli away from me, I would have gone, anyway. The upsurge in patients means they move those of us not actively doing chemo to nurse practitioners. Doesn't it seem like the better solution would be to hire more medical oncologists? Of course, no one asked me.

The saddest part of that situation is that it must mean an upsurge in cancer diagnoses. That means more people, their friends and loved ones will come to understand a new, higher level of suffering than they may have previously known. They will learn to live with a higher level of fear.

As for me, I'm optimistic about my new doctor and about my blood tests. It would be great if I could work in a nap while I wait. I'm trying to work longer hours this week, but today doesn't bode well.