Health and dis-ease

Before there were antioxidants, there were berries.  And, in my taste buds, they were (and are) a delight to the palate.  Yes, there is a quote from some olde English dude about strawberries doubtless being the zenith of God’s berry creations, but I will vote for all the berries.  I recently stumbled upon a recipe for a fruit tart using blueberries, raspberries (red), and blackberries.  The magazine in which this gem rested touted all the antioxidant properties of the three featured fruits.  But you and I know what is really important:  they taste fantastic!  Add a little lemon zest and you have a killer dessert which makes you supremely glad to be alive!

The adventure of the mammogram

For those of you who have never had the pleasure (excuse my projectile expulsion of a hairball!), here is how it goes:

You are given an appointment and told to refrain from wearing deodorant.  There is a valid reason – some of the chemicals in deodorant would show up as suspicious spots.  If you forgot or if you needed to wear deodorant before going for the “mamm,”  a technician gives you a washcloth and soap to wash it off. 

You strip from the waist up and put on the traditional hospital gown.  Then you go into the room with the squashing machine.  The machine is like a small table top with three layers.  The bottom one holds an X-ray plate.  The remaining two are the horizontal vise.  Sounds like fun already, huh?  The technician can make the table tops lower and lift, just like a barber chair.

Next, the technician has you remove one of your arms from your gown while she visually judges the height of your boobs and tries to get the table top positioned perfectly.  You rest the exposed ta-ta on the bottom bit of the vise.  This is no easy trick for small-chested babes.   But, the well-endowed also complain that it is neither easy nor comfortable.  Somehow, the technician always wants you to be in a position where the vise plate is poking you in the armpit and your shoulder has to get moved away and you need to lean in some unnatural direction.

However, the fun is yet to come.  Now the technician electronically starts lowering the top of the vise.  Remember those movies where the hero is trapped in a room where the walls are closing in or where water is filling up to the ceiling?  This is how the ta-ta is being treated: it is getting squished to near-death.   Why?  “They” say this is what most effectively presents a clear and inclusive picture.  I believe them, but…..   I really want a testicular cancer screen to become popular and I want it to be a nut-cracker version of the mammogram.

So, the breast is hideously squashed and then you are told to hold your breath as you stand not moving in a backward bend away from the bear trap which is biting your boob.   Repeat on the other side and you are all done.

For this, and many other reasons, in the next lifetime – you can be the woman.

CLL is one type of leukemia.  It is the bad overgrowth of white blood cells.  My partner is receiving chemotherapy for this cancer and is now receiving the drug Neulasta (pegfilgastrim) after each cycle of chemo.  This is the supreme irony.  Why?  Because Neulasta encourages the growth of neutrophils, one of the types of white blood cells.

The treatment is not as insane as it first sounds.  CLL is chronic lymphocytic leukemia.  There are about seven main types of white blood cells.  In CLL, the particular sort of white blood cells going out of control is the lymphocytes.  On the other hand, the neutrophils are well-behaved and doing what they should be doing: fighting bacteria.  Therefore, if a patient is receiving chemo to knock out the lymphocytes and this medication concurrently wipes out the neutrophils, there is a problem.  A big problem.  Now, the normal bacteria living on and in people can become a threat.  Thus, the introduction of Neulasta is appropriate.

Neuro-Linguistic Programming, extremely simply put, asserts that what you say is what you create for yourself.  The cognitive therapy branch of psychology similarly works on the premise that thoughts precede (and create) feelings.   People who recite affirmations are also in sync with these theories.

Therefore in accordance with these concepts, positive, happy thoughts should promote health and mental predictions of doom and gloom will create misery and dis-ease.

While I believed these to be true, I mostly believed them with my head only.  Amazingly I recently had the theory brought home to me somatically.

My partner is a curmudgeon.  There is no other way to describe him.  So, in the past, when people would ask me how he is doing, my reply was “He’s a pain in the Butt.”  I said this to indicate that he was a constant annoyance, but not causing a heartbreak.  Well, happily I did not talk myself into any cardiac problems.  On the contrary I talked myself into a very bizarre rash.  I’ll give you ONE guess where.

Needless to say, this lesson was well-learned.  While dealing with the symptoms, I ceased all attribution to anyone of any pains anywhere in my body.  Now I do not hand over to anyone, including myself, the power to cause problems.  Those sorts of utterances are no longer in my life.  Hopefully, you can learn from my experiences instead of going through it yourself.

It worked for me.  I took it and aspirin when I was feeling scratchy, drippy, and achy.  Instead of blossoming into a full-force cold, my symptoms abated.  I have taken zinc in the past for cold prevention and had the common side effect of upset mild nausea.  The creator of Airborne wisely added ginger, a homoepathic remedy, to counteract that effect. Additionally, the bonus of this treatment is that I really like the choice of flavors and the fizzy drink. 

The site www.chemotherapy.com is owned by Amgen. 

Amgen is a biotechnology, genetic engineering firm (http://www.amgen.com/about/amgen.html)  which markets medications used in the treatment of cancer.  Therefore,  I will  assume that any of its products or general treatment modes in which its medications fall will be favorably reviewed on this site.  Accordingly, one cannot expect totally impartial, unbiased information here.

The page has very attractive, up-to-date graphics and includes these links:  Understanding Cancer,  About Chemotherapy,  Treating Cancer with Chemo,  Chemo Side Effects,  Other Treatments, Tracking Test Results, Insurance Tips,   and more.  These are very useful.  Additionally, there is an option for a  complimentary subscription to the print journal Women and Cancer.  However, it seems that some mail list inclusion may be a condition for receiving this.

I find much of the information to be on the basic side.  However, it is worth a look to see how it may meet your needs.

Sometimes people use positive thinking to ward off colds and viruses.  Other times, they think they are practicing “positive thinking,” but are really practicing denial.  Thus, instead of mind-over-mattering away a dis-ease, they are losing an opportunity to engage the enemy germs in battle.

I realize that I may have been one of the latter types.  Therefore, when aching shoulders joined a few days worth of slight deep bronchial itchiness and post-nasal drip, I decided to take action.  I have heard many positive testimonies for the Airborne product, so I am giving it a go. 

The list of ingredients includes many vitamins that I would be taking IF I took all the vitamins I intend to every day.  Sadly, I do not meet my vitamin goal.  Subsequently, I feel comfortable trying this vitamin-mineral immunity product without fearing an overdose.

It has appeal.  In my local grocery, it comes in three adult flavors and a kids’ type.  I chose lemon-lime.  I like the fizzy effervescence – that is just fun.  In addition, it feels official because other cold and flu remedies use this format for medicine delivery.  I feel good at the moment – two hours post first dose – however, the extra-strength aspirin I took concurrently with the Airborne may deserve the credit.

I work with children.  I live with an immune-compromised person.  Let’s hope and see if this works.

I am just drop-jawed in awe of Dustin Hoffman’s acting talent.  He can be anyone.    One of the roles he played was a new college graduate who receives advice to look for employment in “plastics.”

Plastics certainly have reduced the number of broken containers on the kitchen or dining room floor.  However, the concerns of the far left, all-natural tree-huggers seem to now be seconded by research institutions.

What are the health field’s uses and concerns about plastic?  I think that plastics have greatly increased sanitation levels.  Disposables may be wasteful, but in an infection-conscious environment, the waste is far outshadowed by the benefits in sterile equipment.

On the other hand, a doctor at Johns Hopkins University raises the concern that dioxins are bleeding from plastic wrap and plastic containers into food.  Dioxins are not good for people.  In fact, they are VERY bad – carcinogenic, to be precise.  This is not good news for all the microwave oven plastic accessories businesses.  Can the population make the switch back to (breakable) glass and ceramic dishes for cooking?

Through a good friend, I just watched a YouTube video which led me to Wiki for more information, which led to a link, which led to another link.  At the end of it all, I came upon a marvelous site:  www.circusofcancer.org.  For those of us who learn by seeing, I highly recommend visiting Circus of Cancer and going through all the chapters in the photo album.  It may enlighten you better than my words have.

I will react to just a few isolated photos and commentary which struck a chord with me.

The accommodations for chemotherapy.  My partner is in the middle of his third round and we have seen good changes at the local hospital where he has received his chemo (treatment is planned by a CLL consortium hospital, but administered close to home.)  For the very first round, he was crammed into a 20 by 50 foot infusion room with no privacy, one visitor chair per patient – all of us sitting hip-to-hip with the patients – and two ceiling-mounted televisions blaring the most obnoxious daytime programs imaginable.  Further insult was that his infusion arm rested on a pillow with a blood stain.  That just heightened the angst of it all.

Happily, for rounds two and three a new wing is finished.  There are spacious areas similar to emergency room areas, with privacy curtains, enough room to wiggle, and individual television sets.  Furthermore, there are many windows and peaceful works of art.  However, the treatment chairs are still pretty much as shown at the Circus of Cancer site.  Nevertheless, as also stated on that site, if one does a little fibbing and finagling, he can score a real hospital bed for the infusion.  As my partner is the CHAMPION of fibbing and finagling, he is very comfortable.

Nurses and personnel for chemotherapy.  Wonderful.  Every single one of them.

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Going to the bathroom during chemo.   This is an activity which we didn’t consider beforehand.  How does a patient go to the bathroom during a possibly six-hour long infusion?  Catheterization?  No.  One must figure out how to sit up, stand up, disconnect the electric monitor, and pull the entire apparatus to the potty.  Then the challenge is how to pull one’s pants down and take care of business without messing up the tubes, needles, and etcetera.  This is why it is a blessing that all the chemotherapy staff are likely to be wonderful, as discussed above.

I am so glad that Kelly Corrigan created the site, Circus of Cancer, which plainly and honestly shares her experiences.  Even more so, I am thankful for her happy state of health.  God bless ya, dear!

Fortunately, life is more than squeaky clean hair or see-your-reflection shine on the wood furniture.  At least, many of us have other pursuits which are important enough that we tolerate an environment which is clean “enough.”  If it is not sticky, smelly, crumb-covered, plague-infested, or staphylococcus-drenched, we are satisfied.

 On the other side, a cancer patient is immuno-compromised.  Furthermore, if such an individual has neutropenia –  a deficiency in neutrophil cells – he is in acute danger of infection.   While perhaps not yet ready for hospitalization in “isolation,” the cancer patient needs something other than your normal environment.

Thus, the healthy caregiver enters the Cleaning Frenzy.  Telephones, doorknobs.  Steering wheels, light switches.  I am currently partial to Lysol ^(TM), rubbing alcohol, Melaleuca and Trader Joe products.  Then there is also the household white vinegar.

Who knows which chemical or germicide is the critical one?  Maybe one.  Maybe none.  Maybe all.  Perhaps there is only a placebo effect for the caregiver, and perhaps that effect is small.   No matter;  I’ll take it.