Michael's Condition

Good, improved and better than expected at this point in time.

Inatially, Michael had extreme pain in his lower back and was fatigued. This led to the diaignosis of multiple myeloma and the start of his cancer treatment program. I'll give you the guy's version of the treatment plan, which is brief and simple, and is an agressive approach to treatment.
> Oral chemothearpy for three month.
> Radiation on the lower back to kill a tumor and allow the spine to heal. A limited use of radiation.
> Normal chemo by IV induction for one or two months.
> Bone marrow transplant in early 2008.
> Remission (we hope) and monitor for signs of recurrence.
There you have it. For a more detailed look at treatment for myeloma check out: http://www.multiplemyeloma-guidebook

The chemo, (thlidamine- one pill a day) is designed to kill bad white blood cells. It has minimal, yet potentially sever, side effects and is working so well it's use has been extended. The chemo and radiation to kill a tumor and allow the vertebra to heal, similar to a broken bone, has been successful. Better than the doctor's predictions.

The medical treatments, along with Sue's cooking, ( he gained 14 pounds) have Michael looking and feeling better. Pain is reduced and he has a trip home planned for late October.

This is good and, really, preparation for a more rigorous treatments later.

Living in Alaska

Since Michael is in Anchorage and all his medical providers and benefits are there it seemed only natural for Sue and I to be there with him. While this provides Michael (and us) a first hand knowledge of his medical status and constant support it has had unintended consequences. Too much of a good thing is no longer good!

We were all staying at brother Billy's house (get Sue to tell you her experience with a large black bear) and this was just a bit too much of a family reunion. No real problems, Bill and Jamie provided hospitality and help daily.There were just to many adults in a confined area. As a solution Sue and I found a furnished "corporate type" apartment with a heated garage, which reduced the adult population by 40%. In Alaska a carport or plain garage just won't do. The heated garage is a big deal and proving older mental process still work, we were thinking ahead. Ahead to the coming winter and real snow and temperatures of 30 degrees below zero F, before wind chill.

With our own space we setup a small office and communications center. This provides us with a place to work with medical providers and the State of Alaska and Social Security. Every new medical group and benefits provider requires a minimum of 10 pounds of paper work and will require you to go back to page 7, item A,a,3 for an authorization code. With out this code you must go back to several steps, do not go past Go and collect $200, and get in line, a representative will be with you soon! While this process tested my well known patience, we have received friendly knowledgeable support and help, beyond normal expectations! If you are wondering where friendly help and customer service has gone, look no farther than Anchorage, AK. Or, rather you need to go as far as Anchorage since it is a 7 hour flight from DFW and Atlanta.

All was working well until we realized that our home in Georgia was vacant, needing attention and our pets were being cared for by friends that really didn't like pets all that much.

You should begin to notice a common trend here, regardless of my self congratulations for thinking ahead. This is a very fluid situation with the situation subject to change with out notice. So, the plan is amended. One of will stay in Anchorage to support Michael and one will stay in Peachtree City.

Then, we will switch places about every 30 days.

About Multiple Myeloma

June 25,2007- Anchorage, AK

Cancer, tumor and malignant, now these are words that will get your attention. A Friday evening phone call from my brother Billy is how Sue and I came to realize that our son Michael had more than a bad or hurt lower back! Learning of this set a lot of things in motion, since Michael is in Anchorage, AK and in the hospital. The lazy weekend we had planned quickly turned to one of chaos and ended with me flying to Anchorage.

I set up a communications point by staying with brother Bill and his wife, Jamie. They have been in Alaska for 14 years and Bill helps keep the oil flowing from the ground to our gas tanks. I was using cell phone minutes by the gross. By Tuesday everyone was on the same page and a plan was beginning to take shape.

A sit down discussion with Michael's doctors was the first item on our list. Multiple myeloma is the diagnosis, a cancer in the family of lymphomas. I'll skip the detailed description and provide a link to reasonable (not too technical) description of myeloma: http://www.us.novartisoncology.com/info/disease_information/multiple_myeloma.jsp.
Although this is a chronic form of cancer it is treatable with the goal to achieve a state of remission.

Now it was time for Dr. Max, Michael's name for his favorite oncologist by using his first name only, to lay out a plan for treatment. At this point we start to get some good news and it is welcomed change. Myeloma treatment is a fairly standard plan and being in Anchorage turns out to have some benefits. First, there is an oral chemo therapy in conjunction with very limited radiation, chemo therapy by IV induction (a more aggressive chemo) and a bone marrow transplant and recovery. This would be spread out over approximately nine months.

Well, we know the bad news but now there is some good news to even things up, a bit. First, this form of cancer is normally found in older patients, 60 and up. At 35 Michael will be able to withstand the harsh side effects of the treatment. The Anchorage and Alaskan medical community work with the University of Washington Medical Center and Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle for their bone marrow transplants. This hospital and research center is among the best available, pioneering many of the transplant procedures.

So, the process to remission begins!

"Bobby Kattness and the Short Summer Vacation"

Sue, my wife of some 42 years, and I were recently sitting in the waiting area of the Social Security Administration. Just as a side note, L.H. Fathke or Junior to most introduced me to Sue when we were both in Austin. Now back to the SSA waiting room, which was filled with nice, but uncomfortable chairs, and all the required U.S. Government Rules and Regulations concerning the penilities for false statements. My gosh, I’m 65 and my memory, like most if you will admit it, is not performing up to par. I could get 10 years in jail because of a faulty memory.

I would soon be giving statements to the SAA as I filed for the routine benefits. It was at this time I noticed the entire waiting area was filled with old people. I pointed this brilliant observation out to Sue, since this puzzled me. That’s when reality hit home, Sue told me that old people go to Social Security and that I was one of them. “Your old enough for Social Security, then your old”, she said. Well I was not going to accept this and proposed we just backtrack through time and see whose old and whose not!

I knew I was on to something here and would prove my point on aging and old people! As I started my timeline journey it seemed as if it was just a summer ago that we were all in school at MHS. The activities taking place were fresh in my memory, which is working great now. Summer was over and there was football, pep rallies and the on going Friday night dance. School was the center of our universe and classes by Mr. Smith, Mr. McCarty and Mrs. Cole, to name a few, had us performing the required extra efforts to meet their standards. There were school and outside functions to keep us busy and all were accompanied by some of the best music ever. And there was always time for some R&R at the Milk Bucket and Dairy Land.

So, using some of Mr. Smith’s techniques, I quickly calculated the time span to today, 47 years. I checked again and it is still 47 years! If MHS was so fresh in my memory, where did all those years go? How did they get away so quickly and so unnoticed? Stealth years are a possibility.

At this point my position on “old” has taken a few hits. So Sue and I did a little rundown on time spent. Upon leaving the shadow of MHS there was two years at Tyler Jr. College followed by a year of work. Then it was back to school at UT in Austin and where I met Sue. We were married in September of ’64. I stayed at UT, some part time, until I was drafted in ’66. The US Army took two years and Kenneth Dietzman and I were in at the same time and had some mutual experiences.

Once out of the Army it was back to UT and a rush to finish and get out to the real world. I spent three years in a couple of technical positions ending with Texas Instruments. At this time I made a career change that was more change than anticipated and would take up the next 33 years of our lives. I went into finance and insurance and quickly gravitated to sales and marketing in insurance.

Now insurance was never on my top 10 in jobs wanted; however, this worked out very well. I worked for the company, did not sell to individuals, and managing products, distribution and a marketing staff. Great people, management and company made for an enjoyable career. Now there was other stuff going on during that 33 years. You all know, the normal family stuff.

First there were the children, Michael in ’72 and Stacy in ’77. Notes here, both of our children were adopted. You really can’t tell the difference in children, there was just no morning sickness and hormone stuff going on.

The company I worked for was in a growth mode all through my career. This created opportunities at different locations around the country. First was five years in Chicago and then four years at our home office in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Both of these jobs had a lot of air travel to those areas of problems and/or opportunities. Just another note for information purposes, it is cold and snows in both these locations.

Sue had enough of the cold, she tracked time by, “how many winters” we were there. So in 1979 I jumped at the chance to transfer to marketing and took a position in Oklahoma City. Things are looking good now, Michaels in school and Stacy is not far behind. Then the Texas coastal market, which was the largest in the US, opened and we got picked to fill that slot in Houston. The oil boom made for a great time to be in that area, my company was and is the largest insurer of mobile homes. Yes, I know about tornados but that keep the job interesting, very interesting.

A short stopover in Plano then we were off to Atlanta, Georgia. Both children were in school and, at this point, I said no more moves. This worked out very well with Michael completing 2 and a half years at Valdosta State in communications. Stacy graduated from West Georgia and worked in international marketing, only to give it all up to marry and provide us with grandchildren. Well Stacy and a super son-in law collaborated and Gavin is five and Ava Grace is two and is a child on a mission, bold and with attitude.

With all these moves I still was able to stay in touch with several of my classmates and friends. With family in McGregor there was always the opportunity to visit or just bump into someone. Football games and the first of dove season were prime times to find old friends. Of course I would have loved this group to be much larger. I believe our multi-class reunions reinforced this point with most everyone.

I retired, a little early, in 2005 and Sue works part time, just to get spending money for the grandchildren. Michael moved to Anchorage, Alaska for a shot at a radio producer’s job and all was well. Everything except my argument on old, which if we are not now, we soon will be because of this stealth time thing. So, greatly dejected I took my place in line with the other, “old people”; however, I am still at a loss for where those 47 years went!

Life has been good to us and we fell blessed and are thankful for this bounty.
Recently, our main concerns have been where to live as retirees and what options do I really need on this Medicare deal, A or A & B and what is this Part D. I receive mail every day with a promise of a good deal on backup for parts B and D, if I'll just send money. But no one gives you any details. I think there is something wrong with this picture.

This June all this changed with a phone call from my brother Billy in Anchorage. Michael was in the hospital with a pain in his back. After exams, x-rays and a biopsy he was diagnosed as having multiple myeloma, a chronic cancer in the lymph system that attacks the bone structure and production of blood cells in the bone marrow.

Needless to say, our priorities changed. We now have a small condo leased in Anchorage and are immersed in their health care system, which is very good and efficient. Since we now have two homes to maintain, Sue and I rotate about once a month. One in Alaska and the other in Georgia.

Michael’s treatments will consist of oral chemotherapy, some radiation, IV chemotherapy and bone marrow transplants. Then they will start over and go through the same sequence. The transplants will be done in Seattle at the University of Washington Medical Center. A group of cancer research doctors here pioneered the bone marrow transplant process. The goal of all these treatments and procedures is to achieve a status of remission with this cancer. That’s the good news; the bad news is that remission is measured in months, not years.

My purchase of a new set of golf clubs and my golf game are now on hold. However, I refuse to accept the “old” label and I still don’t know what Part B represents.