December 02, 2023

Sex and Cancer

Cancer may no longer be the C word, but ‘sex and cancer’ is still a barely audible, whispered topic. Docs keep their traps shut about sex and cancer as though they are mortified substitute teachers covering a sex ed. class and telling students to use the period to do their own homework.

I’ve spent five years traversing the country talking to twenty and thirty-something cancer patients. And while none of us had prostate cancer, many of us- men and women - suffered from lowered libido as treatment and surgery side effects. I also interviewed sex therapist Sage Bolte. I call her the Dr. Sue of the cancer world, and her graphic remedies and practical solutions are in my book.

Dana Jennings wrote After Cancer, The Echo of Desire in today’s New York Times Well-Blog. I want you to forget the fact that he is a 51-year-old prostate cancer patient. Substitute the word wife for boyfriend or girlfriend if you need to. Mad-lib up his writing to fit your own situation; his words could have come from the mouth of any testicular, lymphoma, or other kind of young adult patient with cancer. Here’s an excerpt:

“But, if there’s one thing you learn from prostate cancer, sexuality is not sex, a fine point that our over-sexed mass culture has managed to blur, if not obliterate. I still want to hold my wife’s hand and snuggle. And I’d be only too happy to carry her books home from school.

“So, whether you’re in the wistful grip of Lupron, or the throes of desire, I’ve realized that how well you cope with the after-effects of prostate cancer treatment boils down to how you want to define yourself as a man.

If you’re the kind of strutting rooster who grades himself solely on muscle mass, sexual gymnastics and the size of your Hummer, prostate cancer will send you spiraling into deep despair. If you treat this disease like a war, you’ll find yourself in a quagmire of depression that will get worse before it gets better.

“As much as I savor, and ache for, the robust life — having once been as fit, randy and Guinness-loving as any rugby player — prostate cancer and its treatment have imposed on me a certain necessary asceticism. “I’m more content to cocoon at home — curled up on the couch in the den like a woolly-bear caterpillar — with family, good friends, books and music. I drink less. And now, sex is temporarily fading. It often feels as if I’m somehow being purified in a crucible of cancer.

“That said, the mind still pants and leers, says, ‘Yeah, sex would be really, really nice.’ But with less testosterone, without that hopped-up, hormone-injected V8 engine, the body gets distracted. Then the mind wanders. And instead of sex, I suddenly crave a Reese’s peanut butter cup, or pine to listen to the jazz trumpeter Lee Morgan slow-blues his way through “I Remember Clifford.” Or I want to watch Daffy Duck and Porky Pig lisp, stutter and sputter through “Duck Dodgers in the 24-1/2th Century.”

“So, yeah, my libido has pretty much run away from home. But my doctors tell me that it’ll ramble back some old day — the prodigal libido — once treatment ends. And I trust them.

“Meanwhile, wherever my sex drive has gotten to, I hope it’s having a damned good time.”

Have you ever spoken with your docs about cancer and sex? Did you, the young adult cancer patient, have to bring it up or did they? Were they able to answer your questions? Did the answers seem targeted to your age?

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December 01, 2023

Green Goes With Everything

Cancer is dramatic enough. When it comes to my body and the environment, I want the least amount of enviro-paranoia and vegan-girl-scout-pep-rallying as possible. That is exactly what I like about Sloan Barnett’s new book Green Goes With Everything.

The Pros
In this basic primer on becoming a green consumer, Sloan is no Julia Butterfly and doesn’t expect you to be one either. She present steps that help you phase into a greener life, and tosses in plenty of guilt-free phrases like “when possible.”

I don’t need much convincing to green my life; I am a young adult cancer patient and my husband is an attorney for the Natural Resources Defense Council. Still, simple tasks, like swapping out the carcinogenic plastics in my kitchen and buying glass food storage containers, have remained on my to-do list for two months. Sloan presents simple information from credible scientific sources. She motivated me to finally run to the store this past Friday and load up on Pyrex containers.

The Cons
Green Goes With Everything reads like a Scholastics fourth grade book and is packed with a plethora of infomercial-like pitches for Shaklee, an enviro-friendly household cleanser company owned by Sloan Barnett’s husband.

Sloan doesn’t do the math to back up her numerous claims that her enviro-solutions are affordable for everyday people. It is hard for me to just take her word on it: Two years ago I read about Sloan in an Earth Day article in the Style Section the New York Times. She was hosting a “Tupperware-style” Shaklee house party in her Upper East Side mansion with a guest list including Rockefeller, Hermes, and Trump. My math and their math have a different bottom line.

Green Goes With Everything paints participation in environmental policy making as a hippy, street-corner rally, discrediting the change that we can make as concerned citizens. Fact is, if we all became more active in effectively petitioning government entities to regulate carcinogenic materials, you and I would not need to work so hard to detox our living spaces. That’s not radical. It’s smart.

The Verdict
Read this book. Despite some pitfalls, this sensible, practical guide will help you make healthier choices about the food, air, water, and energy that are in your home. I have signed off on pages of yellow disclaimer slips in the hospital acknowledging that the very treatments that are used to try to cure me may cause secondary cancers. The tips in Sloan’s book may help me lower those odds.

Have you made any simple changes lately to detoxify your home? What were they?

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