Over this past weekend, a member of our congregation came to my shop. He is making a slabwood table from live-edge hardwood slabs, and wanted a means of joining the slab/legs to the slab/top. He had an idea about using short pieces of steel angle with slots milled in them, so I invited him to come to our home/shop. This fellow is a graduate of Harvard Medical School, in his early 60's. He always talked in a very low and hoarse voice, so we had figured something was amiss with his vocal cords. I really did not know this fellow too well, but wanted to help him out. Down in my shop, we got underway with the job. As things progressed, this fellow remarked to me that he and I were members of "the same club". I asked if he meant "the cancer club". The doctor replied: "not exactly.... it's the rare cancer club..." He then proceeded to tell me about his own cancer. At age 32, while in a residency in Chicago, he was diagnosed with a cancer of the salivary gland(s). He said about 5 or 6 new cases of this cancer are diagnosed in the WORLD each year. The result was he had his vocal cords, lymph nodes and plenty more removed. He then underwent radiation treatments and remained cancer free for another 30+ years. In the past few years, he felt an unusual pain in some of his abdominal muscles. Turned out the cancer was back, situated in some of his '6 pack muscles'. Another surgery and rounds of radiation followed. He said getting used to working and moving around with those muscles gone took some doing. I told him I had what was considered a rare cancer (G I S T, or gastrointestinal stromal tumor), with 5000 to 6000 new cases being diagnosed in the USA each year. I also told him he had me beat as far as having a very rare cancer. I then asked this doctor what it was like to go from being a doctor to being a patient. He said it was quite an experience and gave him a perspective many doctors never see, and it had helped him in dealing with patients (his specialty is infectious diseases). We both agreed we were fortunate to be living in the USA and fortunate to be living in this day and age with medical advances. I told the doctor I consider each moment a blessing, and he said he had the same belief. Life has changed for my family and me. We go 'scan to scan', with a CT scan done every 6 months. It is a different way of living, and can make a person realize how precious and limited our time is, and to use what time we have wisely and to good purposes.
A few weeks back, I was at Hanford Mills as we were going to run the steam plant. It was the first time in the few years that the Pandemic had come on the scene. I got to the steam plant, and a man I knew from the Hanford Mills 'Steam Team" was there. I had not seen him in maybe 3 years. He greeted me with that same greeting: "We are members of the same club". I asked the same question: "Do you mean the cancer club ?". The fellow said yes, and it turned out he had a cancer of the pancreas. He was fortunate in that his primary care doctor saw something in blood work or other examinations that sent this fellow for tests in a hospital. It was an early detection, about the time my own cancer was diagnosed. He underwent a 'modified Whipple procedure" to remove the cancerous portion of the pancrease, followed by chemo. Like me, this fellow goes for 6 month scans and is about 2 1/2 years out from his surgery. We both remarked that usually, cancer of the pancreas moves fast, is only diagnosed when it is too late, and is fatal in a relatively short time. This fellow said he had some great doctors, and like me, also has a doctor of integrative medicine on his team. We get things like mushroom supplements, green tea, and foods with lots of turmeric prescribed by the integrative medicine doctors. This fellow and I took crankshaft strain gauge readings on the steam engine, checked and adjusted main bearing clearances, and had a great time working and just being back to what we love doing. There is no rhyme nor reason to how cancers occur. This fellow's father was a pipefitter welder in the Brooklyn Navy Yard during WWII, exposed to asbestos and plenty other hazardous substances. As the owner of a fab shop, he ate plenty of weld smoke, grinding dust, read lead paint and more. The father lived to be 98 and died of something unrelated to any hazmat or workplace exposure. This fellow had also been a fab shop operator, done plenty of welding and all that goes with it, so figured it was not surprising he'd developed cancer. The doctor who was in my shop said he could not figure any specific cause (such as exposure to hazmat or the like) as the cause of his cancer.
As we all agree, life and the chances of developing cancer are a crapshoot. People who break every rule as far as personal habits and exposures to toxic environments live long lives, and people who 'eat healthy', exercise and 'do all the right things'- like this doctor- wind up with cancer. Fortunately, we are living in the USA in 2023, and that is a huge blessing.