I’ve sent off emails to my oncologist and to Dr. Nichols asking whether my treatment should be changed in response to all the Vitamin C I’ve been taking. These things have a tendency in life to happen on Friday afternoon, meaning one gets the whole weekend to ponder one’s fate.
Each of the supplements I was taking fell into one of the following categories:
- Specifically recommended or prescribed by my treating physician (L-glutamine, Vitamin B6, Vitamin D, magnesium, Neupogen, fosfomycin, and of course the chemotherapy drugs themselves).
- Disclosed to my physician and approved (daily multivitamin, fish oil).
- Food that I take for drug reasons, which many people wouldn’t call drugs (coffee, olive oil, turmeric).
- A couple home remedies I took for tinnitus on certain days (licorice root, ginkgo biloba).
- A home remedy I took to help fight off colds (Vitamin C).
My point is that I was trying hard to educate myself about the therapy I was going through. I listened to my doctors and took good notes. I did research of my own (e.g., fosfomycin), discussed it with my doctors, and followed their advice. I’ve done everything they said. But after all this, my chemotherapy might fail and I might die because I drank too much Tang?
Please understand that I’m not arguing. This isn’t a human conflict that can be argued. It’s physiology, and physiology doesn’t care what my intentions were, or whether I thought the word “vitamin” sounded friendlier than “drug.” Either the Vitamin C will make a difference, or it won’t, and my feelings, explanations, and excuses don’t determine that outcome.
But I am upset that my future now seems to be eitherĀ regret or worry (or both).
Regret: my cancer comes back in a few months. If this happens, I’ll naturally assume that I caused this outcome by taking Vitamin C, and I will regret being responsible. (If it weren’t for the Vitamin C thing, this outcome would have been called “sorrow” rather than “regret.” I’d be sad it happened, but I’d have a hard time feeling responsible for it.)
Worry: that my cancer will come back at my next exam. This was always going to be a worry; it’s part of a cancer survivor’s life. But the Vitamin C makes it into a different, worse kind of worry, because the outcome leads to regret (see above) rather than sorrow (see above). I bet the German language has a word for this: a kind of worry that one’s own actions will cause bad consequences (“will I get caught?”), rather than a simple worry that bad things will happen (“will the sky fall?”). The difference is that simple worries are a fact of life, just part of the background noise of living in a mortal world. But worries about someday getting a comeuppance for one’s own actions? Those are unique, personalized risks that are harder to ignore. In fact, since I am a Catholic school survivor, my first instinct is that I’d be a bad person for even trying to ignore them.
Maybe Dr. Nichols will recommend an extra BEP round. From my naive perspective, that makes everyone happy. Yes, the ignorance about Vitamin C had a consequence: San Fran Dad went through extra inconvenience and increased long-term risk of certain side effects; the hospital has to handle a patient for an extra three weeks and maybe adds “avoid antioxidants!” to its futureĀ chemo patient literature. And that’s a story I can sell myself: “I foolishly took a supplement that conflicted with my chemo, so we did more chemo to make up for it.”
Meanwhile, anyone know any home remedies to chelate Vitamin C?
That last question was a joke.