
Friday, July 4, 2008
Happy Fourth

Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Slowhand Bob
Given that I have three award-winning musicians for children, you might be surprised to know that I don't play an instrument (except for the velvet tornado that is my voice). In fact, I never even learned to read music.
But then I saw an old Partridge Family episode, and it just seemed like it would great fun to have a family band. Painting an old school bus groovy colors. Playing wacky pranks on our uptight band manager. Traveling around the country, singing songs with the wife and kids.
Seriously, about a year ago, I decided that it would be kind of cool to learn an instrument, and after some discussion with the children (who nixed anything involving heavy breathing or excessive banging, and settled on bass, since there are only four strings to deal with, or tambourine, because they're so darn funny), we settled on guitar. My plan was start lessons in the fall, when I had hoped to be on sabbatical, but that wasn't to be. Lately, I've been King of Things-Aren't-Really-Going-As-Planned, so I decided I'd start in the summer. Today was the day.
I'm taking lessons at the music school where the kids take piano. The owner of the school teaches piano to Catherine (and, for the summer, John), and also teaches guitar and drums. For my first 30 minute lesson, I learned proper hand positioning and the basic scale, and focused on the high E string. I have lots to practice before we meet again next Wednesday.
She said I did an excellent job, and she can tell where my children get their musical talent from.
(And yes, I recognize that she's hoping, in this economy, that I'll come back next week. I'm OK with that. As long as she keeps up with the flattery.)
Now, I think this is special because it's probably the first new thing I've tried to learn in 10 or 15 years. I've learned things in that time -- it's kind of a requirement of the whole professor gig to keep learning things -- but this is the first new thing I've learned in a long time. Learning, say, MS PowerPoint isn't really new if you're already really good at MS Word. For me, guitar is almost completely new, right down to having to learn which little dots and lines means which notes on the paper thingy.
So that's kind of exciting. When I learned in December that I wasn't going to get my sabbatical for the fall, I starting thinking I wouldn't bother with the guitar lessons. Two weeks later, I got the NHL diagnosis. Priorities change. Different things start to matter.
So to celebrate my awesomeness, I invite you to check out Rolling Stone Magazine's list of the 100 greatest guitar songs of all time. Each song listed has an audio clip and video. Feel free to debate in the comments.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Happy Canada Day!
Today is Canada Day! On July 1, 1867, the provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Ontario, and Quebec joined to form Canada. Canadians throughout Canada and the world will celebrate this anniversary with parades, barbecues, and hockey games.Given my Canadian heritage, I couldn't let the day go by without acknowledgement.

I strongly suggest you find yourself a Canadian and give him or her a big kiss. (French kiss or English kiss -- whatever you like.)
While you're waiting for a Canadian to come along, enjoy this list of the Top Ten Myths about Canadians, written by a very defensive Canadian for ignorant Americans; a list of famous inventions by Canadians; and this list of famous people who were born in Canada (which is especially cool because it comes from BabyNamer.com, in case you wanted to name your kid after a famous Canadian, so it lets you see the origin of the name, for example, say you wanted to name your kid after Canadian actress and role model Pamela Anderson, you could find out that Pamela is from the Greek meaning "all sweetness," that it was the 454th most popular girl's name from 2000-2003, and that it was invented by the poet Sir Philip Sidney).
Happy Canada Day! Kiss a Canadian!
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Godfather of Soul

Not the embroidery inside: "Mrs. James Brown, the Godmother of Soul." The catalogue doesn't say which of his four wives this belonged to. (Though the fourth maybe wasn't really his wife when they got married, because she was already married to someone else so she could get her green card...it's complicated....)

Snoop, apparently, loved James Brown like a microphone. Amen to that.
Snoop has all but become the Official Rapper of the Lympho Bob Blog, but I hesitate to make it official because of my fondness for Run-DMC.
The auction site has a large number of incredible items, some (like the Snoop picture) at very reasonable prices. Others are a little pricey, but worth it. I'll let you visit the site and see for yourself.
But it is worth pointing out to you a few of the items that are related in some small way to the Lympho Bob Blog. For example:
Here, for example, is James Brown's Medic Alert bracelet:
I don't wear one myself, but Mr. Brown apparently was diabetic. Like me with fNHL, he had a chronic disease.
I guess it's a tree, but it looks like a stalk of broccoli. Cruciferous vegetables like broccoli, cabbage, and kale, are high in antioxidants and known cancer fighters. (This particular Hall of Fame is apparently defunct. I was looking for a web site to find out why they give broccoli trophies to their inductees. I guess the answer died with Mr. Brown.)The auction features a number of President-related items. Mr. Brown was a staunch Republican, but there are a few things given to him by Democrats. But to keep with my NHL theme, I had to show you this, a Presidential Honor Roll certificate signed by Ronald Reagan and John McCain:

I have no idea why McCain's signature is on there with Reagan's, but since McCain's a cancer survivor, I have to put it in here.
Finally, another odd item with no explanation of its relevence provided by the online auction catalogue -- a shoeshine box once owned by James Brown:

This has nothing to do with NHL or cancer, really. It just gives me a golden opportunity to tell my brother to go get his shine box.
So, visit the auction site just for your amusement, or feel free to buy me something. My 6 month diagnosis anniversary is July 15, so there's your excuse. Or save it for me for Christmas. Or just get your own leather jumpsuit and pretend you're the Hardest Working Man in Show Business.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
A Reminder
Eat your fruits and vegetables. You need the antioxidants, not to mention the fiber.
This afternoon, we made our annual strawberry picking trek. We picked about 12 pounds. When five of us are going at it, we get a lot of strawberries very quickly. We'll give some away to friends, eat some on their own, make some strawberry shortcake, put some in spinach salad (very tasty), and make jam out of the rest.
We also went to the Spring Glen Farmers Market this afternoon. It's about six blocks from our house, so we walked and bought some nice locally grown spinach (for our strawberry spinach salad -- seriously, it's really good), squash, cherries, peas, plus some locally made salsa and blue tortilla chips, and a fresh baguette from a local bakery.
We actually have two farmers markets in our town, one on Tuesdays within walking distance, one on Fridays within biking distance, so we'll have local produce for the next four or five months. Find out more, you CT residents, at BuyCTGrown. For you out-of-towners, find a farmers market near you and eat your fruits and veggies. Nature's best cancer preventers, plus you'll help your local economy.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Running Update
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I was supposed to run in a 5k race yesterday. It's connected to this weekend's Connecticut Irish Festival in North Haven, one town over. But things didn't work out.
John's team (for which I am an assistant coach) was supposed to play Friday night, and if they won, they'd be in the championship Saturday afternoon (plenty of time for me to run my race in the morning). But their game was stopped in the third inning Friday night because of rain and lightening, so they had to finish it early Saturday morning, at 9:00am. They ended up winning, which put them into the championship game. However, in the meantime, on Friday night, the league decided that, with the threat of more rain Saturday afternoon, they'd play the championship at 10:00am Saturday, or whenever John's continued game was over.
So -- no race for me. His championship game was over at 1:30. And then to make it worse, John's team lost the championship. They were exhausted from so much playing in so little time. You could see it in the way they played the championship game.
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My not racing is probably for the best. Once I knew I wouldn't be racing, I planned a 3 mile run for early Saturday morning, but I stopped after about about 2.5 miles. Tired legs. And I know why:
Tuesday was the last day of school for the kids, so Tuesday night, we stayed out until about 9:30 playing kick-the-can. Our neighbor, who just finished her first year at Brandeis, joined us. At one point, we played in teams: boys against girls. During that game, I was the only boy left, and Catherine set out after me while her teammate guarded the can.As a runner, I figured I had an advantage over her. So, I sprinted around the house, and looked back, thinking Catherine had given up chasing me. But she was right on my heels. So I sprinted around the house again. I looked back. She was still there. "This is fun!" she said, her pink sparkly flip flops glistening in the street lights' glow.
After the third sprint around the house, I tried to lose her by zigging left and then zagging quickly to the right, but I slipped on the grass and landed hard on the keys in my pocket. So I ended up with a bruise on my hip, cramps in my legs, and a tag on the head from Catherine to lose the game. (Not to mention Peter and John's disappointment in my ears. "She a six year old," said Peter. "In pink flip flops," said John. "And she likes Hannah Montana," added Peter, knowing this was irrelevent, but unable to stop himself.)
I'm still sore.
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Strudel is no longer runing with me. We stopped over a month ago. Then, about 10 days ago, she started limping, especially when she got up after lying down for a while. The vet checked her and thinks it might be an ACL injury (just like Tiger Woods has!). He's fairly conservative about things, so he suggested we try to limit her activity for a couple of weeks (which has been nearly impossible) and see if she gets better on her own. If she's better, it's probably a sprain or strain. If not, we'll go for an x-ray and decide what to do from there. The vet says this happens more often with older dogs, usually from wear-and-tear, but it's unlikely it was caused by running with me, or the agility training we do with her.
She seems better lately, so let's hope it isn't anything too serious.
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So that's a running update for those of you who were looking for one. I have a race planned for July, and another for August. Labor Day weekend is the New Haven Road Race, a 5k, plus a 20k that serves as the national championship for that distance. Then the fall racing season starts (it's cooler then, so there are more races scheduled).
Still running. A little less "relentlessly," maybe, but that's a good thing.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Cancer as Chronic Illness
As more and more treatments are being developed for different types of cancer, even those considered "incurable" are now considered "treatable." In other words, the approach is still to hope and work for a cure, but to accept that a series of treatments that stop its growth, or hold it in check, or slow it down, can add years to a cancer patient's life.
Follicular NHL isn't mentioned in the article, but that's essentially what Dr. C, the NHL specialist I saw soon after my diagnosis, said to me: treat this like a chronic illness. The first-line treatment may do the trick, or may do the trick for many years, but most patients go through a series of treatments over time.
I can accept that.
We had a discussion about this in the online support group, and the idea of treating fNHL as a chronic illness. One person said her employer has classified her husband's cancer as chronic, which gives her more flexibility for leave to take care of him. Another also talked about her husband being told he had six months to live, given how many lymph nodes were infected. That was in 1999. He had three rounds of chemo and then a stem cell transplant in 2006. They said the transplant was his last hope. When he went for a check up this past March, they told him that if it comes back, in those two years since the transplant, other options for treatment had been developed. The transplant isn't a last option anymore.
For me, one of the hardest things, emotionally, about this whole experience is trying to balance two pieces of advice that I receive: (1) live life one day at a time -- live in the moment, but (2) take a long-term view. They are inherently contradictory. How can I think about 20 years from now when I'm not supposed to look beyond 20 minutes from now?
But thinking about fNHL as a chronic illness somehow helps me hold those two opposites in my head at the same time.
And as for living in the present: we saw Kung Fu Panda this weekend, and there was a nice line from the movie that has stuck with me:
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystey.
Today is a gift.
That's why it's called The Present.
Believe it or not, it sounds less less cheesy when there's a computer-generated panda involved. But every little bit helps.
(I've actually seen this quote attributed to a few other people, including Joan Rivers and an African drummer.)
Here's the article that's linked above:
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Personal Health: Cancer as a Disease, Not a Death Sentence
By JANE E. BRODY
Published: June 17, 2008
To see Barry Cooper working out at the Y.M.C.A. in Brooklyn every morning before going to work as a patent lawyer, you would be unlikely to guess that he has cancer. Mr. Cooper, 63 and a grandfather of two, is one of a small but growing number of patients for whom once-fatal cancer has become a chronic disease.
Through a better understanding of factors that distinguish cancer cells from normal ones and the development of more specific treatments that capitalize on those differences, cancers that just a decade ago would have been rapidly fatal are now being controlled for years while the patients conduct near-normal lives.
Although these cancers may never be curable, they can often be controlled for long periods by a succession of treatments. When one therapeutic approach no longer works, another one that has come along in the meantime might stop the disease from progressing, at least for a while.
Even patients whose cancers were already metastatic — spread beyond the site of origin — at the time of diagnosis are benefiting from this sequential approach. Others like Mr. Cooper have cancers of blood-forming organs that previously had a limited response to available therapies.
“We’re seeing people being periodically treated and living year after year with advanced disease, with cancers that have spread to the lung, liver, brain or bone,” Dr. Michael Fisch, director of the general oncology program at the M. D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, said in an interview. “In 1997, we wouldn’t have guessed this would be possible.”
In March 2007, Elizabeth Edwards, wife of former presidential hopeful John Edwards, joined this group of chronic cancer patients when she disclosed that the breast cancer she was treated for in 2004 had spread to her bones and, possibly, lung. Mr. Edwards described the disease as “no longer curable but completely treatable” and likened the situation to living with diabetes.
Speaking generally, Dr. Francisco J. Esteva, a breast cancer specialist at the Anderson center, said in an interview: “Our ultimate goal is not to make this a chronic disease, but to keep patients alive long enough until we can find the right treatment for the right patient and cure the disease. Unfortunately, we’re not there yet, but meanwhile we try to keep patients alive with a good quality of life for as long as possible.”
Buying Time
Dr. Fisch calls the new therapy for advanced cancer “the hitchhiker model.”
Time is bought by going from point A, the first-line therapy, to point B, the second-line therapy, to point C, the third line of therapy, and so on. The approach can continue indefinitely, as long as new therapies become available and patients remain well enough to withstand the rigors of treatment.
But Dr. Fisch noted that adding meaningful years to the lives of patients with advanced cancer depends in part on avoiding the attitude, prevalent among some physicians, that cancer is hopeless after it has metastasized.
Success Story
In December 2005, at age 61, Mr. Cooper seemed hale and hearty, though he was unusually tired. Then a routine checkup resulted in a shocking diagnosis — chronic myelogenous leukemia, commonly called C.M.L.“My initial disbelief was followed by varying degrees of anger and denial,” Mr. Cooper said. “I found it very difficult to accept my diagnosis.”
His doctor reassured him that he was lucky. His disease, once a gradually progressive killer, was still in a chronic stage and of a type, Philadelphia positive, that could now be controlled by a drug, Gleevec, licensed just a year earlier. And if and when Gleevec, taken daily by mouth, no longer worked or caused intolerable side effects, the doctor told him, other drugs were in the pipeline that could take over.
Mr. Cooper lost no time from work, and Gleevec kept his cancer’s runaway white blood cells in check for more than two years. When he developed resistance to it, he switched to a second-generation drug.
“For a majority of people with C.M.L,” Mr. Cooper said, “Gleevec is a wonder drug, making the disease something like diabetes — controllable even if not curable.”Although he said not a day went by when he did not think about his cancer, he and his wife, Naomi, are letting no grass grow under their feet. Since the diagnosis, they have traveled abroad several times, they visit their grandchildren often and celebrated their 40th anniversary with a lavish party that Mr. Cooper described as “a very life-affirming event.”
Max Watson, who has multiple myeloma, a usually deadly blood system cancer, has been able to control his disease for six years through the hitchhiker approach. His succession of treatments has included stem cell transplants, radiation and drug therapies. When one treatment failed, another became available.
Although at first Mr. Watson did not think long-term survival was possible, he was quoted in OncoLog, an M. D. Anderson report to physicians, as saying, “Eventually, I realized that this was something I would be dealing with for a long time.”
Hitting a Cancer’s Weak Spot
As Mrs. Edwards’s prospects show, some solid tumors in advanced stages are also behaving more like chronic diseases, a result of research that has discovered molecular characteristics of specific cancers and the development of drugs that take advantage of a cancer’s Achilles’ heel.
Dr. Esteva described a breast cancer patient first treated with a mastectomy and the antiestrogen tamoxifen in 1995. Five years later, cancer had spread to her lungs, prompting treatment with a newer anticancer drug, an aromatase inhibitor. When that no longer worked, her cancer was found to possess a molecular factor, HER-2, and she began treatment with Herceptin, a designer drug tailor made to attack HER-2-positive breast cancer.
Herceptin therapy was able to stabilize her metastases for years, “something we had not seen before,” Dr. Esteva said. The patient now receives a combination of Herceptin and another drug and enjoys a relatively normal quality of life, the doctor reported.
There has also been progress in prolonging survival in patients with metastatic kidney cancer. Dr. Nizar Tannir, a specialist in genitourinary cancer at the Houston center, said that before 2005 there was not much to offer patients with advanced renal cell carcinoma. But within two years, three new drugs became available that have resulted in a 50 percent increase in overall survival.
Dr. Tannir recommends that patients given a bleak prognosis seek a second opinion from an expert at a major cancer center, in person if possible, or by phone or e-mail through their doctor’s office.
