Friday, January 25, 2013

Maui No Ka Oi

Somehow life hit the fast-forward button through Christmas, which was followed by two weeks of an impressive respiratory virus. The January doldrums, all 19 days of them, stuttered along and then suddenly, blessedly, I came to under a palm tree. Maui is like a dream that you never want to wake up from. It is day six, eight to go (but who's counting) and the conch shell has just introduced the sunset. The birds have finally stopped their shrill comments and the breeze cradles the perfume of plumeria, white ginger and gardenia. Oh, and barbecue ribs, ahi and coconut oil.

The Mister has two great games of golf under the belt, and Bee and I have walked over 50 km thus far - our goal being a minimum of 10 km daily. This is not such a hardship when performed in paradise and in such fine company. Tomorrow our threesome becomes a foursome when Lisa's fella Peter arrives, and we will return to the airport at Kahului to welcome him with a traditional lei greeting, and then cruise to Lahaina for exploring, shopping, drinks and dinner. Cyclops the Canon will be busy over the next week, and I promise more frequent photo updates now that I have such a bounty to draw on.

I just have to solve a few logistical upload issues with the photographs, so please bear with me!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

A Breasttaking Study

Sun sets over silver path, leaving Gibraltor  (photo credit to Jan)

 Last week's perusal of the health headlines led to a very thought-provoking discovery.  I see today that this story has been picked up by all the major newspapers across Canada and the US.   This major US study, funded by cooperative universities (Dartmouth, St. Charles Health System, and Oregon University) and performed over a thirty-year period, was published in the well-regarded New England Journal of Medicine on November 8.  It has revealed that mammograms have done surprisingly little to catch deadly breast cancers before they spread. No screening medical test is perfect, and mammograms are no exception.    They have, however, doubled the number of early stage cancers detected.  And I am here as living proof of the value of a diagnostic test that didn't let me down, by catching a tumor so small it was not detected by any other means.  I am one of the 60% of mammogram-diagnosed cases.

Does this make me feel better?  Not really.  The study also suggests that up to one-third of all breast cancers, 50,000 to 70,000 per year, are being treated for cancers "that never would have threatened their lives."  Some abnormalities called "cancer" are not a health threat.  I am assuming these are cancers of an indolent nature - early stage, or of a cell type that mysteriously stays quiescent.  Unless I misinterpreting the facts, the crux of the matter is not so much about the inadequacies of mammograms; it's about being unable to differentiate which cancers require aggressive treatment, and which do not. 

"The study is important because what it really highlights is that the biology of the cancer is what we need to understand" - in order to know which ones to treat and how.  All breast cancers are subject to treatment once diagnosed, and we are all lumped (bad pun) into a diagnostic category and subject to surgery, chemotherapy, radiation and hormone therapy, all of which contain their own risks.  The costs are staggering  - to the health care system, to the victims, to their families.  It is sobering to even consider the possibility that "more than a million women have been treated for growths that never would have threatened their lives." 

I do not cast doubt, nor do I affirm, the conclusions of the study.  The fact is, statistics are malleable and a study based on statistics doesn’t always yield a single answer.   Mark Twain said "Facts are stubborn, but statistics are more pliable."  Armed with this knowledge, I would have made exactly the same choices that I did.  But it's a beacon that shines a light on where research really needs to focus - in the pathology lab, where the little monsters are stained and named and appointed chief conductors in our live's direction. Because until the biochemistry and nature of breast cancer is fully understood, we will never really know if we made the right choices.  I have embraced the most optimistic slant on this.  If this study is true and I'm one of the 30% that didn't really need treatment, then bully for me, because I now have double indemnity.  If not, those bases are covered too.  It's the best that anyone can do, until more research is done.  Thoughts, anyone?

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Season Approaches

My two boys
Please take it as a positive sign that I haven't updated this blog in a month!  As the events from the first half of 2012 recede into their proper perspective, life tugged me back on course and time returned to a normal entity, becoming disempowered and once again friendly.  The year ahead tantalizes with solid resolution and determination sprinkled with a good dose of faith and gratitude for the sweetness of support that truly taught me the meaning of dedication.

I continue to shovel bushels of broccoli sprouts down my gullet,  grazing and chewing their peppery goodness,  not unlike Bossy the cow.   It feels good to know I am providing myself with high-grade fuel, and my list of superfoods grows with each evening of research.  Although it is not cheap to do so, making wise choices is a solid investment with damned fine dividends.   So add those pomegranate seeds to a dollop of Greek yoghurt, sprinkle on some walnuts and chia seeds, and know that deep down in your inner workings, your body is sending you a gustatory salute and your knockers are smiling.    Being mindful, practicing yoga, and trying to get in at least 30 minutes of cardio per day are also powerful weapons in the arsenal. 

Christmas 2012 approaches with delicious anticipation and possibilities, the promise of reuniting with friends and family, and the delight of adding new members to the family tree. (I know a secret - stay tuned.)   One new twig arrived a month ago - welcome to Lucas James Van Hoffen, and congratulations to my dear niece and nephew, Carrie, Chris, and very proud brother, Owen!