Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Day 3 More About Cancer

 

I am participating in the American Cancer Society’s challenge to write for thirty minutes each day in May. I do a lot of writing and I can meet this challenge. What I plan to do is make a blog entry each day with what I’ve written.

I wanted to participate in memory of loved ones who fought cancer bravely but succumbed:

My brother-in-law Jeff

My sister-in-law Ann

My dear friend Kay

My Uncle Bob

My Uncle John

I also wanted to help raise money to support research and a cure for all those who are currently fighting this vicious disease.

My Facebook to the fundraiser is here

Thank you to all who wish to support the American Cancer Society this month.

Day 3: Learning More About Cancer

 I subscribe to a newsletter called The Conversation. The other day, I saw an article that especially intrigued me because of this writing challenge for the American Cancer Society. It was called “Every cancer is unique – why different cancers require different treatments, and how evolution drives drug resistance”. All I knew about cancer up to now is that it’s a vicious disease and many times a killer. I didn’t know much about why cancers form.

I learned a lot from this article. In one way, cancer is like the way trees, plants, animals, and humans have evolved. In that case, our genes can mutate to help us survive better in our environments. Cancer evolves too but it’s different because instead of adapting to an outside environment, it attacks our own cells to get what it needs to grow.

I’ve never been very good at understanding chemistry and how DNA works. I do understand that our bodies are constantly making new cells to replace the old dying ones. It’s an ongoing cycle. Sometimes a mutation occurs in a cell, changing the DNA. I understand this because my first husband, Rich, had a spontaneous mutation in his DNA. As a result, he had Marfan Syndrome.

Most of the time our immune system can detect and get rid of mutant cells. In the case of cancer, though, that doesn’t always happen. The mutant cell that survives starts to replicate itself. When enough cells replicate, a tumor develops. As it grows, it spreads throughout the body.  Cancer cells are different, depending on which organ of the body they attack. Some cancers are related to family DNA.

Because cancers in different parts of the body are dissimilar, they needed to be treated separately. What works successfully at reducing or eliminating one cancer doesn’t necessarily work well with another.

I found the article to be very educational, even though I still struggle a little with how the chemistry of it all works.

I have been remembering other older members of my family that had cancer.

The article mentioned screening for cancers. My Uncle Bob, a favorite uncle, suffered from colon cancer that spread throughout his body. He should have had a colonoscopy but didn’t want to, either because he was Deaf and didn’t want to go through a procedure in which he would have difficulty communicating with doctors or because it was that manly resistance to health care. Anyway, he was a wonderful uncle and I miss him.

I haven’t had a good colonoscopy because I can’t seem to empty my intestines of everything. Doctors have told me that I am still constipated even after the evil prep procedure I go through to have the screening. I worry about that sometimes.

My Aunt Betty had breast cancer and was successfully treated. When she passed, she was in her 80s.

My godfather, Uncle John, was another favorite relative. He was a loving, kind man and passed from prostate cancer. When it was detected, he was hopeful because his doctor told him it was a slow growing cancer. Usually, old age caused death before prostate cancer did. Perhaps he had an aggressive form of it because he passed away a year or so after he was diagnosed.

My husband, Ted, had prostate cancer. It was detected early through a screening. There were several treatment options open to him, and he elected just to have his prostate removed. His PSA has been normal since.

Both Ted and I have had cancer cells on our skins.  I know mine came about from worshipping the sun in my youth. The sunscreen I did use wasn’t strong enough to prevent the dangerous part of sun rays from soaking into my skin. Every year, we go to the dermatologist to have our bodies examined for any weird appearances on our skin.

Early screenings are so very important. The earlier a cancer is detected, the greater the chance treatment will eradicate it or put it into remission.

 


Tuesday, May 2, 2023

Day Two

Once again, this is my pledge to write for at least a half hour every day:

I am participating in the American Cancer Society’s challenge to write for thirty minutes each day in May. I do a lot of writing and I can meet this challenge. What I plan to do is make a blog entry each day with what I’ve written.

I wanted to participate in memory of loved ones who fought cancer bravely but succumbed:

My brother-in-law Jeff

My sister-in-law Ann

My dear friend Kay

I also wanted to help raise money to support research and a cure for all those who are currently fighting this vicious disease.

My Facebook to the fundraiser is here

Thank you to all who wish to support the American Cancer Society this month.

This is probably an exercise in futility, but everyday I’ve been keeping track of articles that I want to write about. Sometimes they are human interest stories, related to deafness and other topics. Most of the time they have to do with issues affecting me and my family. These are the ones I feel most passionate about and yet I’m not writing about them because I’m too angry. There is a writer on Substack, Jeff Tiedrich, who expresses how I feel very well: fuck you, Rethuglicans. So, for instance, I am concerned about:

1.   The debt ceiling, which we may hit in about a month.  The Constitution says this country will pay its bills; the Rethuglicans say no, bill paying can be held hostage to gain massive, cruel cuts to people who are “the least of these”—meaning the poor, the people of color, the struggling middle class rapidly dwindling, and anyone else not in the 1%.

2.   Guns and gun ownership are more important to the Rethuglicans than the lives of our people, particularly children. There are more guns than people in this country. Not a day goes by without some kind of shooting, and there have been so many mass shootings that some Rethuglicans have the nerve to say: oh well, too bad about that but we’re not doing anything to change it.

3.   It’s been over two years since the attempted coup at the Capitol. Despite what the Constitution says about no traitor can serve in Congress, we still have these people not only in office but have taken over important leadership in committees. The foot soldiers have been hauled into court and punished but the generals have not.

4.   Five members of the Supreme Court have proven themselves to be as corrupt as the former guy was.

5.   Despite what the Constitution says and despite ongoing criminal investigations, the former guy says he’s running again. WTAF

6.   The icing on the cake is that 70% of Repub (notice I say Repub, reserving Rethuglican for those thugs supposedly representing representatives and senators in Congress) believe that the 2020 election was stolen, that the former guy is being persecuted, and that they’d vote for him again in 2024. Jesus wept.

7.   The persecution of trans/LGBTQ folks, suppression of the vote for people of color and Gen Z, control of women’s health choices, the banning of books, harassment of teachers and libraries continue unabated in the red states.

 

Some days I just can’t stand it. I get so damn mad, especially since it seems that so many are fucking complacent about it. This is the reason we need critical race theory taught. Maybe then students would learn about the complacency of the German people as Hitler rose to power, condemning the Jewish and gay and “other” communities. Look what happened because the whole country didn’t stand up and say NO to Hitler. It wasn’t just Hitler, either. There are cases of genocide in countries worldwide and what did people do? They said tsk, tsk, how sad but it doesn’t affect me.

 

Well, I was going to post an interesting article about the different cancers and how treating them is different, but I guess that’ll have to wait for Day 3—unless some awful new shit occurs.

 

Monday, May 1, 2023

30 Minute A Day Writing Challenge for the American Cancer Society (1)


Day 1

May 1, 2023

Once again, this is my pledge to write for at least a half hour every day:

I am participating in the American Cancer Society’s challenge to write for thirty minutes each day in May. I do a lot of writing and I can meet this challenge. What I plan to do is make a blog entry each day with what I’ve written.

I wanted to participate in memory of loved ones who fought cancer bravely but succumbed:

My brother-in-law Jeff

My sister-in-law Ann

My dear friend Kay

I also wanted to help raise money to support research and a cure for all those who are currently fighting this vicious disease.

My Facebook to the fundraiser is here.

Thank you to all who wish to support the American Cancer Society this month.

I wanted to write a little about the three people who made such a positive impact on my life before cancer claimed them.

Jeff was my husband Ted’s youngest brother. He was a loving, devoted husband and father to Kim, his wife, and his daughters. His love and kindness extended to the rest of us as well.

Some of my favorite memories of Jeff: he and Kim would host wonderful family gatherings. Ted and I would bring along our young grandson, Tomas, who was on the spectrum. When we would go places with Tomas, I would keep a watchful eye on him. Jeff took right to Tomas and would tell me to go and relax; he would watch over Tomas. Then he and the little boy would go exploring or jump into the pool and have fun together. It’s clear he loved kids.

Another fond memory is of our Christmas family get togethers. Part of our celebrations was always the white elephant. One time Jeff brought a Viking style helmet complete with horns. It became the most popular item to pass around, and as the helmet traveled from person to person, Jeff would lead the cheer to encourage the recipient to try it on: “Helmet head, helmet head!” Soon the entire party would call it out. Jeff brought so much fun and joy to gatherings.

He was always attentive and loving toward his mother, my MIL Lucille. When she was ready to leave a gathering, he was always the one to walk her to her car. He’d make sure she was comfortably settled, chatting with her for several minutes.

The last time I saw him, he’d lost so much weight fighting pancreatic cancer that he constantly had to hitch up his pants. He looked exhausted but despite whatever pain or discomfort he was feeling, he was still cheerful. He spent much of the time sitting down in a comfortable chair. Still, when Lucille was ready to leave, he got up and escorted her out to the car.

We miss Jeff so dearly. Family gatherings aren’t the same without him.

Ann was my sister-in-law from my first marriage to Rich. She was married to Rich’s younger brother, Steven. Even after Rich passed, I still felt that his family was still a part of mine.  I didn’t get to know Ann as well as I liked because Rich and I moved from Long Island to Maryland, away from our families.

Ann seemed shy and quiet. She was soft-spoken but had a lovely smile. I could see how much she loved Steve and her children, young Steven, and Nicole. When Nicole gave birth to Gisele, Ann became a loving, proud grandmother.

I didn’t know she was sick. I didn’t know about her struggle with cancer until after she passed. She fought her battle quietly and with a great deal of courage. Steve, her children, and her grandchild miss her terribly. Steve is especially affected, and I remember how it feels to lose your beloved.

I met Kay through a dear friend of mine, Nancy. I met Nancy through our love of the gothic soap opera series, Dark Shadows.  Nancy and Kay were always roommates and friends. I became friends with them in the late 1990s.

Kay was quiet but she was also wise, and she’d sometimes come out with the funniest things. She was one of the kindest and most considerate people I’ve had the pleasure to call a friend.  She and Nancy fostered kitty cats and had quite a few of their own.

Just before the pandemic and quarantine, Nancy asked if I would like to adopt a kitten they’d been caring for. Ted and I were delighted to add this baby to our gang.

Kay and I would stay in touch about the progress of our kitten, Nugget. I would send her pictures and little tales of how Nugget was doing.

I was so sad to hear she was stricken with ovarian cancer. Like pancreatic cancer, it’s a sneaky, stealthy form that is hard to detect in its early stages. Kay fought it bravely for several years, enduring rounds of chemo and medications. I remember that after one round, there was no cancer for a period…but it came back. It spread and Kay fought valiantly to the end.

Cancer takes a vicious toll not only on the sufferer’s body but also financially because of medical costs. It takes a toll on loving family members like Kim, Ann, Nancy, the children, and grandchildren. So, it’s not just for the loved ones who’ve passed that I am taking this challenge, it’s also for those family members. It’s also for those who are currently fighting this horrible disease. It's so that there is funding for research to eradicate cancer.

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