Excess Thinking May be Hazardous

…to Your Mental Health; so most of us should not be at risk

It’s good to be busy. That doesn’t necessarily mean accomplishing anything; just being on the move, reading, puttering; something other that just staring at the wall or ceiling or TV.


My wife and I are blessed with lots to do (she feels more blessed than I do, however). There’s always something to fix or change around the house, we go camping, traveling, visiting kids and grandkids, and jeeping - we feel pretty good most of the time. And we find that we don’t have time to worry too much – more than we’d like, but it’s manageable.

We’ve noticed that many, but not all, our geriatric contemporaries agree with us. When we suggest activities or invite to some of them to go someplace we often get answers like:

“Camping? Nah; too dirty and dusty and we'd probably get bitten or stung. You go and tell us about it later. I think we’ll just take it easy at home.”

“Travel outside the U.S? Nah, the plane might crash, we could get a disease, the food is probably tainted, and those foreign people over there talk funny! I think we’ll watch a special on the National Geographic channel instead.”

“Go out to Dinner? I think not. Why not just have a pizza delivered and not have to bother with dressing up and getting through all that traffic. Why leave the comfort of home if you don’t have to?”

Thinking about what to do (more likely what not do), how many aches and pains you have, the next horrible diagnosis, or the state of the economy might be useful, but if all you do is think and worry and procrastinate… that’s probably not so healthy.

axman

It’s Pills, Pills, Pills…

That’ll Cure Our Ills

I don’t see myself as a pill popper, but when I count up all the pills I take each day it appears that I am. I’m not alone! Pills are supposed to keep us healthy, prevent disease, and keep us alive when all else fails. So why do YOU take pills?

To numb our pains we all take pills.

For the upset from pain pills – more pills.

To manage cancer we take bunches of pills.

To manage the cancer pills we still take pills.

Of course if you can’t sleep – it’s pills.

Then to wake up and be alert we need pills.

If we’re lucky we get generic pills.

If not we swallow Name Brand pills.

Sometimes there’s a chance to get experimental pills.

Then there are ‘make water’ pills.

And ‘stop making water’ pills.

To start your heart you may need pills.

And to slow it down, take different pills.

After eating we take ‘full stomach’ pills.

Before eating it’s the ‘empty stomach’ pills.

So all our ills are treated with pills.

Or maybe those ills are caused by pills.

I’d write more but it’s time to take my pills.

axman

The Benefits of Winter Sun

…if you can find some

One of the many benefits of retirement is the opportunity to choose my own climate of residence. Each winter we try to spend a month or two in a place that’s warmer and dryer than western Oregon. So far - so good.

Spring, Summer, and Fall are tolerable most anywhere but Winter is a season of a different color. Fog, rain, ice, clouds, and short days are not high on my pleasure meter.

So, we try to spend a month or two in a warmer climate each winter – Arizona most of the time. It’s not perfect – nights are cold and the wind blows a bit – but overall 70 degree days and lots of clear skies tip the scales for me.

And don’t forget the health benefits of sunshine and vitamin D and such. I have to admit, however, that the major benefit is mental! Somehow waking up to sunshine, daily walks without rain, sitting in the sun, and picnics in January improve my outlook. From my wife’s point of view that means I’m less grumpy and that improves her mental outlook. That’s a two-fer.

axman

Bring on Those Magical Cures!

When prostate cancer keeps coming back…

Logic, science, medical expertise, and common sense be damned; there comes a time when all that remains is faith, dumb luck, or magic.

So, we try the mud baths, salt water enemas, massive doses of Vitamin C or B, 20 cups of green tea each day, and even those hallucinatory mushrooms. And if it seems to work – even a little – we consider it a miracle.

When many types of cancer (such as prostate) come back after a shot or two at a cure, the rest of your time is spent being a ‘survivor’. “I’m still surviving; still alive.” That survival might be a few months or many years or somewhere in between.

If you want to know more about ‘miracle cures’ just go online. Google ‘non traditional cancer cures’ or ‘curing your own cancer’ or just ‘cancer cures’ and you’ll find hundreds of individual anecdotal miracles. “How Potato Peels Purified my Prostate” or “How Bungee Jumping Cured My Cancer.” Are any of these stories true? Is there any scientific evidence? Probably. Probably not. Maybe. Nobody knows. Everybody’s cancer is different from every body else’s.

Would I try a magical mystery cure? If the time and circumstances were right – yeah, probably.

Besides, I believe in magic.

axman

Prostate Cancer don’t get NO Respect

Sick Old Men Unite!

There are numerous runs, walks, auctions, pledge drives, dinners, and T shirt sales to support research and treatment for breast cancer. That’s as it should be, of course.

But where are the public relations people and events when it comes to prostate cancer? What’s the matter with all you guys with prostate cancer? Are you shy, indifferent, or embarrassed? Do you truly believe that real men DON’T (or shouldn’t) get prostate cancer? Yes they do (read Real Men Get Prostate Cancer Too – http://www.axmaker.com/ and convince yourself)! Big hairy bikers, iron pumpers, CEOs, vegans, pilots, bowlers, marathon runners, accountants, and even lawyers (as if anybody cares) do get prostate cancer.

One reason for prostate cancer’s seeming lack of public popularity is almost certainly men’s reluctance to discuss anything personal - and another reason may be that your prostate doesn’t show (do you know where your prostate is tonight?). Whether or not you have a prostate doesn’t do much to change your appearance (at least on the outside).

So speak up, educate people, and do your part to make sure that research continues to look for better treatments and even a cure!
axman

I Don’t Want to Live Forever…

…but just a little longer would be nice

Every part of our bodies wears out, short circuits, or ceases to function sooner or later. It doesn’t happen at the same rate for everybody. You know people who look and act years younger than their biological age – and you know some relatively young people who act old and decrepit. Of course we all see ourselves as looking younger than our real age…

Aging sneaks up on you. You’re joints get stiffer in the morning, you get a cramp after your walk, there’s a new pain in your shoulder, and don’t forget the arthritis in your hands. Then there is the need for stronger and thicker glasses every couple of years, a hearing aid (mostly its that others mumble more), and trying to save those few remaining teeth.

Your heart, your strongest muscle, seldom lasts more than a century or so, livers do better without too much alcohol (a little wine might even be beneficial I tell myself), and your lungs don’t much like smoke. And who knows when you might get hit by a bus!

We cope by making small adjustments, then larger ones; from there it's relying on medications, and often more serious treatments like surgery, chemotherapy, or getting new parts. As a last resort we look for miracle cures (as if surviving this long hasn’t been a miracle) – it all seems to be part of the plan.

axman

The Most Unpleasant Side Effects

…Still Slightly Better Than Being Dead

I routinely complain about the side effects from my surgery, radiation, and medications. But the fact is I am more than willing to endure the fatigue, weight gain, strange growths, hot flashes, and pain – as long as I can stay vertical or at least above ground. Surviving trumps lots of other stuff; no matter what others may tell you.

Time, research, and improved medications are resulting in fewer side effects – or so I’m told by highly educated medical practitioners. At the present time I’m still alive and more or less able to lead a normal life. Normal for an old duffer anyway... And I can use my current side effects as an excuse to avoid working in the garden and cleaning out the gutters (please don’t tell my wife).

I’m betting that all my elderly friends who bemoan the strange side effects they’re coping with wouldn’t trade those side effects for a pine box – just yet. Senior life, living with incurable diseases, and normal wear and tear requires choices and compromises – and a little hell-raising if you’re lucky. I am.

axman

A Morbid Curiosity with the Latest Cancer Research

…as if it made any difference

I subscribe to several email and Blog programs that send daily updates on all sorts of cancer research – and I read them all. Then there are the medical journal reports, Cancer Center articles, and anecdotal information. Reading all this stuff probably doesn’t make me even a little bit healthier. Even if there is a miracle cure in there someplace I’d probably get hopelessly confused by the medical gobbledygook.

All the headlines accentuate the positive: Mice with Prostate Cancer Treated with XTZ666 Live 27% Longer than Control Group, or New Chemo Cocktail Shows Promise, or Exploitation Drugs Ltd to Unveil Revolutionary Prostate Drug! As good as these headlines sound there isn’t any real information in there.

If I had not read any of those articles or studies nothing in my life would be much different – except for knowing a lot more about cancer ridden mice. I wonder if someone notifies the next-of-kin mouse.

So should we all read everything we can find – fact or fiction – about our particular disease? Will it help? Nobody knows.

I will likely continue my obsessive search for cancer information – I guess it’s in my nature. You, on the other hand, may be emotionally healthier than I am and able to resist the urge.

axman

Sometimes a Lumpy Boob is Just a Lumpy Boob…

The word boob is used here to denote an enlarged male breast and not the affectionate term my wife sometimes uses when referring to me.

My mammogram/manogram is now history. I discussed the basics along with my cartoon idea of the process in my October 10 Blog entry. I was right on – except the Mammo-Monster was smaller and slightly more innocent looking – and it didn’t talk to me.
The X-Ray Tech, Lisa (an altered name to protect the innocent and keep me from being sued), was calm, quiet, and gentle. Thank you! The process was slightly uncomfortable and required me to stand in some awkward positions but was much less traumatic than I had expected.
Some of my fellow patients in the Women’s Imaging Center waiting room may have been slightly surprised when the nurse called me in and left my wife sitting calmly and wishing me good luck.
Post-Gram I was visited by the Radiology Doc (and his lovely Intern) who explained, as he poked and probed, that I was cancer free – for now, but at increased risk from the hormones. The lovely young Intern seemed a bit uncomfortable as she was directed to check out my lumps (I’d use the word fondle but I may be fantasizing).
So now it’s back to worrying about prostate cancer and letting my breasts bounce where they may.
axman

Go to a Prostate Cancer Conference, Old Man

I recently attended a large prostate cancer conference at OHSU in Portland, Oregon. There were about 100 people in attendance – mostly old men with prostate cancer (like me) and their significant others (like my wife). The day-long affair consisted of short presentations by doctors from a variety of prostate cancer backgrounds – surgery, radiation, research, nutrition, and new treatments. There was a lot to learn.

The good parts:
· There was a lot of information and handouts and slides
· Some presenters were articulate, clever, supportive, and even inspiring
· Everyone was allowed to ask questions in an informal atmosphere
· There was more than adequate coffee, snacks, and lunch
· Rest rooms were large and nearby – a very good perk

The other parts:
· Some presentations were techno-babble heavy and hard to follow – Doc Talk was abundant
· There was little about “What might help us guys with prostate cancer right now”
· Much of the focus was five or ten years down the road – we don’t all have ten years…

Bottom Line:
It was worthwhile and I’ll go again next year. You can check out a complete video of the proceedings by going to: http://www.ohsucancer.com/index.asp?fuseaction=prostate.conference.
Check it out – you might learn something. You can fast forward through the parts you’re not interested in.
axman