Good Luck Charm?

It was July 18, 2017 when I started my third line of treatment (carboplatin/paclitaxel) for Stage IV squamous cell carcinoma of the head and neck. Things weren’t exactly going great at the time and I remember thinking that I wouldn’t make it until my 49th birthday in November.

For example, I had two chest tubes to manage a pleural effusion (buildup of fluid in the pleural lining of the lung). My tumors were slowly growing with each CT scan. Additionally, I had an IVC filter put in to manage clots since blood thinners had caused bleeding issues. I was a mess and in-and-out of the hospital constantly.

Earlier today, however, I received my third consecutive CT scan report since starting chemo again that showed further decreases in my lung, spleen, and pleural metastases (where the cancer had spread). It looks as though the cancer continues to respond to the treatment, which is great news.

It just goes to show the perils of trying to answer the question every cancer patient wants to know: How much more time do I have left? It doesn’t stop us from asking physicians, but as a dear friend consistently points out to me – you just have to live in the moment and enjoy every day. Much easier said than done, but sage advice nonetheless.

Our pup Humphrey

I can’t help but wonder if our 8-month old golden retriever puppy, Humphrey, is perhaps some kind of good luck charm? We got him about a month before I started treatment and things have been going relatively well since then. Not that we need another reason to love him! He’s such a clown, always making us laugh and smile. We love all of our other pets too, but there’s just something about Humphrey that makes him special. At the very least, he’s a great therapy dog for me.

In any event, today is a very good day. It will be nice to bask in the warmth of some good news as the colder weather of the season approaches.

Puppy Power

I am often asked how I stay upbeat and positive in the face of a terminal cancer diagnosis. Keeping busy/distracted and trying new things are definitely key pieces of advice I would offer fellow survivors.

Recently, I started acupuncture and sound therapy with Sharon Czebotar. I was skeptical about acupuncture until being offered the service while inpatient at the NIH. I found the therapy helped with appetite, neuropathy, and more, which convinced me to search out a local expert. Sharon has been simply amazing and she also recommended a separate class on transcendental meditation, which I start next weekend.

Of course, writing has also been cathartic for me. With my memoir now published (phew!), I can focus again on updating this blog more frequently.

Michael Becker holding a 7-week old golden retriever puppy

Whenever my wife Lorie or I start getting a little depressed or down, she redirects the conversation to “happier topics” – and quickly rattles off puppies, kittens, rainbows, and unicorns. Of the four options, I found puppies the easiest to embrace and acquire. So, next weekend we pickup an 8-week old golden retriever puppy to add to our small zoo.

Other than getting one of the 4 males out of the litter of 11 puppies, we don’t know which one will get his forever home with us as of yet. However, we’ve visited the litter on three separate occasions and to be honest – they all seem great.

Let’s face it…you would have to try REALLY hard not to smile with a puppy licking your ear.