Protected: A Novel Look at Navel Gazing
I am sitting in the waiting room at the Swedish Cancer Institute, waiting for my turn for a blood draw. The waiting room furniture is lovely and only about 20% of it is being used. I REALLY want the couch in the corner. It would solve my office furnishing problems.
I wonder if I can make friends with the facilities manager? The security guard on the first floor is always friendly to me. Maybe he can get me connections.
Yes, this is what my life has come to. I am fantasizing about obtaining office furniture. And I’m such a stand up citizen that my fantasy doesn’t even involve stealing. The sketchiest thing about my plan is that it involves schmoozing.
On the bright side, after I get done here I’m going for a walk in the glorious sun shine. All of the mountains are visible and the flowers are blooming.
I share an office with two other psychologists. There are two therapy rooms. For 8 years, my friend Jennie and I have shared one of the two rooms and our friend, Steve, who sees more patients, has used the other office. Steve has been planning to move to Hawaii for over two years now. He kept telling us that it was happening. Moving a business to another state is no small feat. There are the logistics of moving that everyone deals with plus there’s the drop in income that starts one stops taking new patients in the months leading up to the move, not to mention that a private practice doesn’t instantly fill the day you hang your shingle out.
Jennie and I had made plans awhile back to use both offices instead of continuing to share and finding someone to lease Steve’s office. We decided that I would move to Steve’s office after he left. He told me he was planning to move in May awhile ago, but I’d heard other move dates and with my surgery coming up, I just focused on other things because it was too stressful to think about painting and furnishing an office.
Steve’s leaving this time. I mean he’s really leaving. He’s got his plane ticket. He took out most of his furniture last weekend. And since he was in the office before us, it also means that he took most of the waiting room furniture, too.
So now that my energy is coming back and I am not yet back in the office, I have been doing a frenzy of furniture shopping! Yesterday, I let the day get away from me and didn’t do my morning walk. It was raining and the weather was supposed to improve. Not to worry, though, I managed to put in 2 1/2 miles shopping in IKEA followed by Costco. 1 1/2 miles was done just in IKEA due to my indecision (I kept walking back to the showroom to look at things), poor sense of direction (I got lost at one point between the Swedish meatballs and the kitchen accessories section), and the long walk from the parking lot!
I guess this gives me a little distraction from my stress about starting work next Monday not to mention the fact that I’m sad that Steve is moving. He’s a wonderful person and excellent psychologist. I am so happy for him, though. Steve and his wife, Shirley have been living apart for nearly two years. Shirley is Hawaiian and after she was diagnosed and treated for breast cancer two years ago, she moved there to find a job and be with their daughter and grandchildren, while Steve got things squared away here. Although I envy his frequent trips to Hawaii I don’t envy their long distance marriage and I know they are so looking forward to their lives together in the tropics!
Protected: The Nearly New Normal
I received an email from Susan Vento of the Abestos Cancer Victims Rights Campaign asking me to repost of the letter below. Her husband, the late Congressman, Bruce Vento died from mesothelioma in 2000, which was caused by asbestos exposure. When I posted this previously, I was two weeks out from my surgery and totally spaced out on signing the actual petition to oppose H.R. 982, “Furthering Asbestos Claim Transparency Act”. I’ve since rectified that oversight. I’m adding another link to the petition here at the beginning of the post in case you’ve already read this, agree with Ms. Vento’s position, and are ready to send an email indicating your opposition to the act.
My Story & Opposition to the FACT Act – Susan Vento
Dear Chairman Bachus and Ranking Member Cohen:
My name is Susan Vento, and I’m writing to express my strong opposition to H.R. 982 called the Furthering Asbestos Claim Transparency Act (FACT Act). My husband was the late Congressman Bruce F. Vento who served for more than 24 years in the House of Representatives representing Minnesota’s Fourth Congressional District. He died from mesothelioma in 2000 within eight months of being diagnosed.
Mesothelioma is an aggressive cancer caused by asbestos exposure. Bruce was exposed through his work as a laborer years before we met or became involved in public life. He told his constituency about his diagnosis in early February 2000 when he announced why he would not run for re-election. On February 14, he had his lung surgically removed and then began an aggressive regimen of chemotherapy and radiation at the Mayo Clinic.
It was not enough. My husband died three days after his 60th birthday in October. With his death, our country lost a dedicated and humble public servant years before his time. I lost so much more.
Bruce dedicated himself as a tireless and effective advocate for the environment, for working people and for the disadvantaged. During his time in Congress, he was well respected by members of all parties. He served as chairman of the Natural Resources Subcommittee on National Parks, Forests and Public Lands and also served on the House Banking Committee.
The FACT Act directly contracts the decades of work my husband invested in helping those who could not help themselves. If this bill passed, it would be a serious step back for the important work he achieved as your colleague. As the FACT Act is currently written, it is one-sided, unfair and unnecessary. It touts “transparency” yet will delay and in some cases deny justice to people suffering from debilitating asbestos-related diseases like mesothelioma.
Please sign our petition and say NO to the FACT Act. I thank you for your consideration and hope you will stand with me in support of Bruce’s memory and in opposition of this bill.
Sincerely,
Susan Vento
I was delighted to again be nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. This nomination introduced me to a new blogger as well and that is Sheila of The Summer Goddess Book of Shadows. Thanks for the lovely nomination, Sheila! Sheila’s blog is devoted to Wicca, which is a religion that dates back to pre-Christian Europe. Wicca emphasizes love of nature. There is also magic but it is benevolent. I have learned a little about Wicca in the past through my psychology practice because it has captured the interest of a few teen girls I have treated. One of the families was rather alarmed as they associated Wicca with Satanism so I needed to provide them with some explanation as reassurance. (“No, no, no, they don’t worship Satan AT ALL.”)
As you may know, I am not someone who follows the blogger award rules closely especially when it comes to nominating others for the award. I hate to leave some of my WordPress people out so I choose to leave everybody out! Today, I’ve chosen to call your attention to a funny blog because I know that I’ve really needed a laugh during the last few days. So I present, Damn you, Autocorrect!
It is day 6 since my initial acupuncture visit. Time will tell the full story but my hot flash frequency has been less since the treatment. Also, they are more predictable. My first flash of the day is between 5:50 and 6:10 pm. I have an alarm set on my phone to remind me to take a few nutritional supplements (I take most of them in the morning). I find that my 6pm hot flash is a good reminder! I have continued to have hot flashes at night but fewer of them and for the most part they are less intense and shorter. I have gotten one hot flash each night that leaves me in a puddle of sweat but it doesn’t last that long. The intensity of it is actually greater than before acupuncture.
My energy level is noticeably higher this week but this could just be part of my normal post-operative healing process since it has been 5 weeks since TRAM reconstruction.
I have another appointment tomorrow so I will keep you posted. I really didn’t expect to experience any change at this point so I am quite intrigued.
The Weekly Cup of Qi has a post today about what to expect during one’s first acupuncture appointment. It meshes with my first experience exactly so I encourage you to read it if you are interested in learning more about what happens during an acupuncture visit.
The Empowered Doctor site has written a story about the impact of the budget sequester on cancer patients as well as on the health facilities who treat them. To read the story click here.
For those of you who live outside of the U.S. and may not be familiar with this issue, you can read about it here.
I you don’t like what’s going on, I encourage you to contact your U.S. Senators and Representatives, if you haven’t already done so.
In the mean time, I would like to express appreciation for all of the wonderful bloggers out there who are respectful in expressing their beliefs and engage respectfully is disagreements. We have to be able to work with each other. Call it a grass roots campaign for respectful interaction, flexibility, and reason.
I know, it’s not as catchy as the “Tea Party” but we could use a little less flash and a little more boring substance. Plus, I couldn’t think of a funny name. I will leave that Jon Stewart and his writing team.
I am not exactly a shrinking violet. After all, I spent nearly all of my high school years dateless, in part due to my outspoken nature. Then there was my husband, who before we started dating told me that he thought I was smart, nice, and beautiful but “loud and obnoxious” (his diplomatic way of characterizing my outspoken nature), which at the time made me less than desirable romantic relationship material.
I used to love a good, passionate, intellectual debate. And sometimes the debates covered less than meaningful topics. And sometimes when I ran out of logic, I yelled. When I was working toward my Ph.D. in clinical psychology, one of my classmates remarked, “Elizabeth would argue with a fence post.” Now it’s not like I don’t argue any more but let’s just say that over the years, my thinking about complex issues has changed and my style of dealing with disagreement, has gotten calmer and not so loud. The downside of this is that my first response to a question is often “the psychologist answer”, which is, “It depends.” But also remember that the vast majority of psychologists have Ph.D., which are science degrees. So, we also use the scientific method. One of the things I miss most about being an active researcher is that a basic assumption in hypothesis testing is the possibility that the hypothesis is wrong. This is why so much research is done using inferential statistics, which are based on the laws of probability. Logical reasoning is also strongly emphasized in research training. I might engage in a debate with a peer or in the blogisphere with something like, “I agree that points A and B follow the assumption I think is underlying your argument, but I don’t agree with the assumption.” Okay, I lied. I still very much enjoy an intellectual debate. I am just now less loud and more boring. As a psychologist, I know the importance of connecting on an emotional level with the people I work with. Our relationship is very special and extremely important. In other words, there are times I just need to listen and empathize rather than problem-solve. When I do need to provide education or lay out the logic of my recommendations, I need to do so with compassion as well as clear information. And finally, as a healthcare provider, I must respect that ultimate decisions about treatment are not mine to make.
In a nutshell, life is complicated.
I have been following a debate in the blogisphere about the negative ramifications of medicine’s use of the term “mastectomy” instead of the formerly used term, “breast amputation.” There have been two excellent posts on the Sarcastic Boob and Considering the Lilies. I encourage you to read the perspectives described there. I hesitate to speak for them but I will summarize my understanding of some of their points, as they provide context for this post. A theme in these posts is that the term “mastectomy” sanitizes the procedure that many of us undergo, now termed “mastectomy” and serves to trivialize the potential loss. Consequently, physicians are more likely to recommend the procedure and women are more likely to agree to it because it sounds less dire than “breast amputation.” A significant reason for this shift in language is a result of sexism by which women’s bodies and potential losses are devalued. Both posts also include a black and white video from 1930, “Radical Amputation of the Breast for Duct Carcinoma.”
My view of the “mastectomy” vs. “breast amputation debate”? You guessed it, my answer is, “It depends.” Although I agree with a lot of what has been posted on the subject and believe that the discussion is very important, I have a somewhat different perspective. The question reminded me of a meeting John and I had with Dr. Beatty, my breast surgeon last summer when we learned that my first lumpectomy had been unsuccessful because the margins of the excision were not clear of cancer. My husband asked if a mastectomy would be a good idea to be on the safe side. The question came from a good place (concern for a wife’s life) but it seemed extreme given that Dr. Beatty had already suggested that a second lumpectomy would be a reasonable option. Dr. Beatty’s response was, “It is easy for you or me to say that. But we can’t put a value on Elizabeth’s breast. She is the only one who knows the value of her own breast.” And then John started asking a bunch of questions about the potential psychological impact of a mastectomy, which resulted in the laugh riot I described in yesterday’s re-post.
I think this concept of self-appraisal of value, plays heavily into this debate as well as other factors such as how one deals with stress, including the prospect of one’s own mortality. For some women the experience will resonate with the word “amputation” whereas with others, the connotations of that word will not ring true. As a psychologist, I also wonder how these terms might impact different individuals likelihood of getting regular mammograms or when diagnosed with cancer, proceeding in a timely fashion with medical decisions. I can see either term encouraging or discouraging an individual from actively engaging in prevention and treatment depending on individual differences in factors such as personality and stress management. Finally, since having a serious illness involves a grief process, it is possible that even within the same person, assumptions, feelings, thoughts, and interpretations change over time.
As for myself, both terms seem true to me from an emotional standpoint though, “mastectomy” may be more technically accurate since amputation refers to the removal of an extremity, such as an arm or a leg. I suppose one might argue that a breast is like an extremity. Also, the term for the surgical removal of testes to treat testicular cancer is “inguinal orchietomy” rather than “amputation of the testes.” Obviously, this debate does not really relate to which term is correct from a medical terminology standpoint so much as it relates to connotations of the terms. I am not purposely trying to miss the point. As a general rule, I tend to support people’s right to self-identify in the way that is true for them.
I also wonder whether posting of a 1930’s style mastectomy might unnecessarily sensationalize the issue since a radical mastectomy is no longer the standard procedure, based on my understanding of the history of breast cancer surgery. But it can also be argued that it got a lot of people thinking about and discussing the issue so maybe it was effective. I do think inclusion of a video of a contemporary procedure would have made a valuable addition to these posts.
I believe that sexism exists and further, that there is still a dominance hierarchy that exists in healthcare on which patients are too often on the bottom. I also believe that the loss of a breast can be devastating and for some it may mean a loss of femininity or perhaps for men with breast cancer, a loss of masculinity, since breast cancer is considered a “women’s disease.”
Finally, although there are parts of our experiences with breast cancer that are shared there are others that are not. But we can still be in this together.





