So, as many of you know, I
have bladder cancer and have been undergoing chemotherapy as my
preferred treatment plan. I have now completed two treatments. Each cycle is
three weeks. Next week completes cycle 1 of 4 cycles where, for
my aggressive chemo plan, requires 2 weeks Chemo and the third week off.
By mid-January, God
willing, I will be finished. But the last time I had chemo, my plan was a 24-week
plan which had complications which lasted nine months. But yes, I am
extremely positive that I will finish on time.
The purpose of this post
is to let you know I am a cautionary tale. Both cancers can be caused by
cigarette smoking. There is no direct proof that it was for me, but science
shows that it certainly was a big contributor. I started in February, 1961,
and had my last on Christmas Day, 1995. Almost 35 years, the last 15 years as a
three plus pack a day smoker.
When I started, every TV
show, starting with I Love Lucy, Dick Van Dyke, Fred Flintstone and
so many movies showed characters smoking all throughout. Family members and
friends smoked. My Dad, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and even on
occasion, my Mom.
Even advertisers glorified
smoking where “four out of five doctors recommended smoking Lucky Strike for
better health”, Winston tasting “good like a cigarette should”,
walking “a mile for a Camel”, and having “a lot to like with a
Marlboro”.
By 1965, we had our first
warning placed on every pack, carton and ad shouting that smoking was bad for
our health. Remember, I started at almost ten, and now I was almost 15, hooked
and feared nothing because I was invincible. Yeah, right!
By 1980, I was smoking
those three packs a day I mentioned above. And I saw first-hand what happened
to many people around me who smoked. But I said it wouldn't happen to me. After
all, I was not yet 30, running several miles a week, unwinded, a strong
specimen of a man in excellent health and shape at a fit 170 to 180 lbs, six
feet tall, with a mass body index around 18.5 before anyone really cared about
this measurement.
Did I stop smoking? No,
of course not.
Fast forward to 1995. I
stopped smoking because a pack of cigarettes on Long Island was approaching
$2.00 a pack. When I started in 1961, a pack was $0.25 a pack. Plus, you could
try what you liked with "two-cent loosies" the guy in the
candy store displayed proudly in a tray on the counter of the popular or "exciting"
cool brands available for purchase. By 1965, this was illegal. And so was
selling cigarettes to people under 18.
While "loosies"
stopped being displayed and sold because doing so was an obvious violation,
selling packs to minors, like me at thirteen, was not enforced. Along with the Sen-Sen
Gum. Or Violet square candies.
Back to 1995. I used the
patch which was only sold via prescription. Of course, I did it my way. It
took me six months to finally complete the three-month plan because I added
weeks by cutting the patches to make the level of nicotine wean me slower to
the next level down.
21 mg to 14 to 7 to 0 in
three months. Not me. I went from 21 mg for 25 days, to 18 mg for 25 days by
using a scissors, to 14 mg for 25 days to 10 mg for 15 days. 7 mg for 30
days to 3 1/2 for 50 days to finally 1.75 mg for 10 days or so. I stopped
this on June 30, 1996.
I have helped others stop
smoking, too. By being there and encouraging them. As part of their support
team.
But, I learned in 2011, I
had Stage 3 Colon Cancer and now I have Aggresive Bladder Cancer. I blame
no one. It was my choice to smoke. I actually felt I stopped on time.
Ehhhhh... Wrong!
As I said earlier in this
commentary, I am a cautionary tale. I am in no way interested in blaming anyone
for my choices or for a pity party. That is just so beneath my own dignity and
self-respect. I have always been a man who takes responsibility for my
own choices, my own decisions with no regrets. I
like the man that looks back at me in the mirror. I am the man I am for
those decisions I made for me. Maybe not happy with some of the
outcomes. But proud that I made them for ME. And those who know me, know
that this comes from my heart.
When you read this, take
this message as it is meant. Not as a reprimand. Not as a criticism. But
as a lesson. Stop. Today. If you know someone smokes send it to them. If
you have young children, sit with them and explain that the dangers are not
immediate, but rather, long-term. If they smoke already, don't yell or punish
them. Instead, show them this.
There is longevity for my
family to live well past 80. I will be grateful as a seventy-year-old man to
reach 75.
And now, I am just a
cautionary tale.