So It’s Day 29. One more day to this blog challenge. To date, this year’s HAWMC has been one of my most successful blogging endeavors. I look forward to more blogging , but I only hope WEGO changes a lot of the prompts. I dislike being repetitive.
OK – so none of those things I mentioned above count as my “three things” – the things I “love” abut myself, things I am great at doing, or things I just want to share. I’ve already done a lot of this stuff in this blog challenge, and if y’all haven’t picked up on any of it, don’t expect me to to go back and highlight them for you. Why?
Thing #1: I live in total FEAR of being considered “conceited.” This dates back to 7th grade, when being conceited was a virtual death sentence and insured that you would get beat-up at lunch time on a regular basis by the gangs (yes – middle school GANGS in the 70’s), thus guaranteeing me a spot in the principal’s office each day at lunch time do that the school officials would know I could eat my meal without the fear of being pummeled. The fact that I looked about 2 years younger than I actually was didn’t help the fact. Nor, was it helpful that I was in the “gifted and talented” program – back when “gifted and talented” meant that you had some sort of academic prowess without trying – and not that you were a regular on the short yellow bus, as “gifted and talented” seems to refer to these days. So, when someone infers that I “think I am better than others” – It REALLY raises my hackles (even though I have yet to identify where the “hackles” actually reside). I don’t, in the least bit, think or assume that I am “better” than anyone – I just know that I have decades of experience doing research of all kinds, and that I have a decent grip on data management. Which leads into …
Thing #2: How did I develop my research skills? Every single job, employment, or career I have had in the past 35 years has involved some sort of research and/or investigation. I met an attorney while I was working as a bartender at a racquet club (yes, a little weird) – and he thought my meticulousness as a bartender would make me a great paralegal (how he arrived at that decision baffles me, but he was right!). He taught me the basics in about a week, and then relied solely on me to do his legal research while he was up in the courtroom defending his clients while Court was in session. It was my job to run up to the Courtroom in the nick of time, much like on “Law and Order,” and deliver to him the case law that would ensure a win for his argument.
About 6 months later, I was faced with my first medical research project – a coworker was diagnosed with “pre-cervical cancer ‘ (what is now known as HPV). The doctor didn’t think much of it, and didn’t treat her – at all. In 6 months, the “pre” cancer had metastasized throughout her lower intestines and reproductive organs, necessitating surgery that left her sterile (sans lady parts) and without most of her large intestine – at age 26. Coincidentially, we had the same doctor, and three months after her diagnosis, a letter informing me that I had an abnormal Pap test arrived in the mail. (These days, you get a phone call urging you to haul yourself into the office ASAP and get that stuff taken care of). I quickly began to research – the old-fashioned way – Al Gore had not yet invented the Internet, or if he did, DARPA had not yet publicized its existence. I learned about cutting-edge (no pun intended) treatment for HPV, and that immediacy of removal of any lesions was considered “standard of care.” I was lucky enough to gather enough evidence on this, and present it to my insurance company, with the hope that they would urge some physician to address my situation. I was summarily ignored by the insurance company (what a surprise – not) – so I contacted my senator’s office to bring him up to date on the matter. Thanks to him, I was granted the ability to receive the “new” treatment (laser surgery). The research I had gathered was successfully used to secure a judgment in favor of my co-worker against our lazy doctor that thought it best to just ignore HPV since only women of “low morals” got the disease (gee, thanks for the flattering character judgment, Doc).
I knew I had stumbled into something that was going to be a big part of my life – medical advocacy – but I had NO IDEA that the time and energy I would be spending in this new field would be mostly for my own, increasingly bizarre medical conditions: an exceptionally large ovarian cyst (a “dermoid” that was also fluid filled); autoimmune hepatitis; Raynaud’s – which almost put a stop to my (short) powerlifting career; a strange constellation of symptoms that ended up being diagnosed as an autoimmune disorder similar to lupus; a rare reaction to an SSRI; back pain that was not originating from a spinal nerve as every doctor I saw thought, but from a genetic variant in a muscle and my sciatic nerve that had developed a mass of congealed nerves around it, causing extreme pain, radiculopathy and bladder dysfunction (for which I underwent FIVE unnecessary back surgeries); delayed sleep phase disorder that originated from the trauma I experienced as a toddler (finally proving that I’m not lazy – just extraordinarily vigilant); painful growth of accessory breast tissue in my armpits bilaterally that I was told was “just swollen lymph nodes,” sudden, extremely painful increase in breast size (5 sizes!) at age 46 that no doctor would address – which lead to the discovery of a cyst in my breast and a pituitary tumor; a hormonal response to pain medications that had never been acknowledged in females – only males – until recently…and now, my largest challenge to date – an autonomic nervous system disorder that doesn’t fit into any of the more common manifestations of these relatively rare conditions.
Thing #3: I am very skilled at researching. I take pride in the fact I try my hardest not to fall victim to “confirmation bias” as many researchers tend to do. I ferret out the best jumping-off points for my research, and rarely come up for air until I have the answer I originally set out to find. I break down my goals so that I am not looking for the “cure for cancer” at the outset. I would like to use my skills to help others, and blogging is my first step in reaching this goal.
Bonus Thing: I am a decent photographer. I revel in capturing details that 99% of people seem to overlook, walk past, step on or throw away. (I REALLY dislike the fact people enjoy kicking mushrooms) – they are ruining a thing of delicate beauty and destroying an entire ecosystem with their selfish boot.) I would dnot have even become interested in photography, or learned how to “See” the little things, had it not been for several unsuccessful back surgeries (I have a genetic anomaly that has made things quite difficult for me to get any relief at all from my back issues) that forced me to leave my 14 year career as a litigation paralegal (not a secretary…a paralegal…the people that do all the work the attires get the credit for) and return to school to pursue a degree in science. A trip to Costa RIca to study invasive species provided a nice opportunity for OJT training and I was hooked after taking my first SD card of digi shots. I learned NOT to alter my images and rely on my “eye” to capture shots that didn’t need alteration. I like that I can do that. It is one of the only things about myself that I can talk about without feeling conceited – but proud.
Noting is quite so beautiful to me as this picture of the first adorable jumping spider – did you know they had multicolored pedipalps that look like buck teeth?! And isn’t it so awesome that you can see ALL of his button eyes? Neat – huh?
The mushroom pic that started my love affair with photography. The light shining through the cap that showcases the delicate gills underneath are awe-inspiring – at least me to me.