Thursday, August 27, 2009

How to get Kennedy-esque Medical Care on Your Budget



Ted Kennedy with his daughter, Kara and his son Edward (in the red sweater).

In 1974, when Edward Kennedy Jr., developed an aggressive form of bone cancer that at the time few survived, his father, the late senator Ted Kennedy, wasted no time snapping into action. Summoning a group of cancer specialists to his Virginia home, the senator and the doctors debated well into the night how best to treat the 12-year-old boy, according to Adam Clymer, author of "Edward M. Kennedy: A Biography." The team ultimately chose an aggressive -- and risky -- course of chemotherapy. Thirty-six years later, Teddy Jr. is alive and cancer-free.
When the senator's daughter, Kara Kennedy, was told she had lung cancer in 2002, her father deployed a similar strategy, Clymer says. Doctors said Kara's tumor was inoperable and the 42-year-old mother of two young children might have less than a year to live. But Sen. Edward Kennedy refused to accept that prognosis, and instead consulted with other experts and found a surgeon willing to operate. Seven years later, Kara Kennedy is also alive and cancer-free.

If you're thinking only Kennedy clout and Kennedy money can get that kind of care, think again. While you may not be able to summon medical experts from around the country to your kitchen table with the snap of your fingers, experts in patient empowerment say more and more people are carving out their own Kennedy-style health care.

"The power that Ted Kennedy had has now trickled down to all of us, who can virtually gather people in our living room," says Susannah Fox, associate director of the Pew Internet Project and co-author of a report on Internet use and health information.

According to the Pew Report, released in June, 61 percent of American adults look online for health information. Twenty-four percent have consulted rankings or reviews of doctors online, and 19 percent have signed up to receive updates about health or medical issues.

Many consumers are going even further, finding top experts online and boldly engaging them directly via e-mail or through social networking sites such as Facebook or Twitter.
"You can get quite far using your own keyboard to gather expert opinions. I've heard many times over the years that doctors and surgeons are surprisingly accessible," Fox says. "You can gather the greatest minds in science. It's really powerful."

Dr. Mitchel Berger, chairman of the department of neurological surgery at the University of California, San Francisco, says he regularly receives e-mails from patients he's never heard of -- and he returns them.

"I think patients are very smart these days," says the neurosurgeon, who flew in for a meeting of experts Ted Kennedy convened last year in Boston to discuss options for treating his brain cancer. Dr. Raymond Sawaya, chairman of the Department of Neurosurgery at the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center and Baylor College of Medicine in Houston, Texas, says he also returns e-mails from patients he doesn't know. Smart people write to the top four or five major centers in the country," he says.

From stay-at-home mom to lung cancer expert
Through her own ingenuity, hard work, and determination, Karen Parles received Kennedy-quality care without power or money.
When Parles' lung cancer was diagnosed in 1998, the 38-year-old stay-at-home mother was told it was inoperable. "They gave us no hope," her husband, Dr. James Parles remembers. "They told her if untreated, her illness was generally fatal in six to 12 months." Even with treatment, the doctors said she wouldn't live much longer than a year.

Like the late senator, Karen Parles wouldn't accept a diagnosis of no hope. She reached out to the wife of a college friend who is a pulmonologist at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, who in turn referred Parles to Dr. John Wain, a surgeon there. Dr. Wain removed her lung and chest wall lining.

After several years the cancer recurred, this time to her liver and a rib. She had successful chemotherapy, but the cancer returned to her liver. To avoid the side effects of ongoing chemotherapy, Parles, a librarian by profession, then immersed herself in cancer research. "She read a paper about this new procedure called radiofrequency ablation, and she wrote to the doctor who did the study, and asked him for the best place to go in the Northeast," says James Parles, a pediatrician in Smithtown, New York.

The doctor returned her cold-call e-mail, and suggested she go the University of Rhode Island, where Dr. Damian Dupuy performed the ablation procedure. Parles continued to suffer multiple recurrences of her cancer. After undergoing various therapies, she consulted with Dr. Corey Langer, then at the Fox Chase Cancer Center in Philadelphia, whom she had met at a medical conference. He suggested an infusion of radioactive microspheres into her liver, another procedure she'd never heard of, to treat the liver tumors without chemotherapy.

Parles received the infusion, but had to appeal to her insurance company to get it paid for, her husband says. She passed away in February 2009.

"She got 11 extra years of life because of her determination to get the best the medical establishment had to offer," her husband says, noting that most of those years were enjoyed in good health. "Our kids were 8 and 7 years old when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. They were 20 and 18 when she died. She got to watch them grow up to be young adults because of her own tenacity."

How to get Kennedy-style health care
The first step to getting health care like a Kennedy is to go online and learn as much as you can about your disease, says Dave deBronkart, co-chairman of the Society for Participatory Medicine. "It used to be that in order to get medical information, you had to be a member of what people call 'the priesthood,'" he says. "It was a very private and closed group that got its information through medical schools and medical societies. Now all that's changed because of the Internet."

Step two, he says, is to communicate electronically with people who have your disease. That's what deBronkart did in 2007 when he was found to have kidney cancer that had spread to his brain, tongue, arms, and legs. "Initially, doctors told me the median survival time was 24 weeks," he says.

Like Kennedy, deBronkart couldn't accept such a dismal prognosis. "I joined the Association of Cancer Online Resources, and within 15 minutes of posting a question about where the best doctors were, I had an answer," deBronkart says.

He says the third step is to make copies of your medical tests, scans and MRI's and contact experts in the field, as Kennedy and Parles did when they were stricken with cancer. You'll need to send out multiple sets of this information to the top doctors in the USA. All will respond to serious requests for free, second opinions if you contact them, send in your test results and treatment plans.

"Kennedy was a good role model in that he aggressively pursued finding out all the options that were available," deBronkart says. "You could say he scoured the earth." Everyone deserves the same level of dedication to their own care.
By the way, this is what I did for my Brain Tumor the Craniopharyngioma in 2001. Live long and prosper Woodwards&Families!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Cormorants on Lake Waconia and the Green Room


Mary Alice had her knee replacement surgery on Monday. She was very nervous going into surgery. But she was chipper and just slightly pale after surgery - she recalls someone in the operating room talking about fishing and she heard the last few pounds on her new knee being put in place. Her doctor mysteriously left for 15 minutes before the surgery started and then zoomed back - can't wait to hear what he left for?!

Guy and I waited in the Green Room. Virgil is not the type of guy for idle chatter so we asked if we could take off and explore Waconia while Mary Alice was in surgery. He jumped at the idea so we found a cute little bistro called "the green room" and halved a burger and each had french onion soup. It was great. How funny to have a place called "the green room" pretty close to a hospital.

We also got Guy a haircut at the local barber - it was an awesome haircut - so nice to be out during a workday! The barber had a petition for getting rid of the Cormorants in Lake Waconia and Lake Minnetonka. We saw tons of Cormorants in Lake Minnetonka while boating. Turns out they are native to the gulf and eat 1lb of fish each a day and are decemating the fish stocked in lakes as well as pushing out native birds like the many duck species in Minnesota and the Canadian geese and trumpter swans. These Cormorants are coming up from the south of the USA due to global warming and the DNR says they cannot be shot/exterminated. I didn't say anything to the Barber but I agree with the DNR - ironically, I saw the Barber drove a Hummer. You can't foul the air and warm the earth without living with the consequences.
By the way, lake Minnetonka and lake Waconia hit record low water levels this year. Is this a harbringer of times to come when Minnesota's 13,000 lakes dry up? Same for Superior - record lows - what happens when the glacial melt lakes go away? Who knows - I just read on Wikipedia that Cormorants were in Minnesota in the 1800's - so who knows what's what on all of this climate change. I am as baffled and concerned as everyone else.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Paul Bunyan and Nepalese Food



It's been a long time since I've posted. I guess my river of ideas have ran a bit dry.
Today, I remembered the Paul Bunyan logging camp restaurant where Mom, Dad, David, Danny, Janis and I dined as kids by Bemidji. It was set up as an old-time logging camp with checked picnic tables indoors and they would bring us ice cold, tin pitchers of milk and all the pancakes you could eat. You ate off tin plates and drank out of shiny tin cups like Laura Ingalls - Janis and I thought that was cool. David was about 8 years old and he ate more pancakes than Dad. At home, Mom and Dad rationed milk and here we could drink as much as we wanted (here and the state fair!) Grandma Lillian Minnie Mae Voltz was a cook at a logging camp back in her day - not very fun I wager. Out back they had real steam engines to look at and Mom overate and vomited in the bushes. I laughed but nagging at the back of my mind - what a waste of money to vomit up all that good food.

Speaking of vomiting up good food - Poor Guy did that once on an anniversary - we went to a Nepalese restaurant - which turned out to be a fusion of Asian and Indian foods.


At the end of an enormous meal they brought us a type of glub jamin in rosewater for dessert. I was thrilled with the exotic description of the dessert - this would be cool! Well, it was kind of a cold sponge cake wrapped around a homemade cheese that was in thick rose water syrup - sounded great on paper. However, the textures hit you as really, really disturbing-like you were eating cold crap wrapped in a wet wool sweater. After one bite, Guy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and he said we had to make a hasty retreat and we ran to the car - he vomited in the dumpster on the way out. We had to stop 3 times at gas stations so Guy could vomit again all the way home - happy anniversary to us!