• First Cousins Once Removed: Respecting A Loved One's Wishes at the End of Life

  • Mar 28 2023
  • Duración: 31 m
  • Podcast

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First Cousins Once Removed: Respecting A Loved One's Wishes at the End of Life

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  • Listen to ASCO’s Journal of Clinical Oncology essay, “First Cousins Once Removed” by Dr. Matthew Farrell, a radiation oncology resident at UCLA. The essay is followed by an interview with Farrell and host Dr. Lidia Schapira. Farrell paints scenes of how different family dynamics can come into play when advocating for patients. TRANSCRIPT Narrator: First Cousin Once Removed, by Matthew J. Farrell, MD, MFA (10.1200/JCO.22.02611)  When I was a kid, long before I wanted to be a doctor or had even heard of oncology, I dreamed of becoming an actor. I grew up in Sacramento—not exactly the beating heart of the film industry—but my mother’s mother lived in Santa Monica and we would stay with her for a month every summer. My father would unashamedly sneak me into movie premieres in famous theaters, and he bought us season passes to Universal Studios Hollywood. Despite having a serious job—as a psychologist in the emergency department—he was a kid at heart. Los Angeles was our promised land, and our shepherd was my father’s cousin John, my first cousin once removed, who lived in West Hollywood and was a living, breathing actor.  John wasn’t famous, not yet. He was in his late 20s, just starting out, doing mostly background work and some commercials while working as a waiter at the original Cheesecake Factory in Beverly Hills. All the staff loved him there, so much so that they would give us free pieces of cheesecake just for being related to him. John was generous, outgoing, expressive, and talented. Success seemed just around the corner.  One challenge for him was his voice. He had a thick Bronx accent, which would have been perfect if he had been auditioning for Raging Bull but which otherwise narrowed his prospects. He hired a voice coach to help him erase his accent. But that didn’t mean he was trying to erase his New York roots. He was proud of his upbringing and family, coming from a long line of police officers, burly men with strong jaws and thick arms and outdoor voices who seemed to be the very genesis of their own stereotype. And as his Bronx accent faded, he was teaching it to me. He said he would take me to a baseball game at Yankee Stadium one day, and he imitated the beer hawkers who walked up and down the aisles, calling out to the crowd, “Get your beer here,” but pronounced, “Getcha bee-ah hee-ah!” John was the first person I distinctly remember being in perfect shape. He was a sight to behold—muscular and solid, yet graceful and light on his feet. In addition to being an actor, he was training as a dancer. Coming from generational athletic ineptitude myself, I was enthralled. He taught me how to moonwalk and do bicep curls. I would walk up to my mother and flex my tiny muscles, imagining a day when I would be as strong as John. One summer, John was much thinner—his face hollowed out, his previously bulky arms as lean as my own. What I only vaguely understood at the time was that he was gay, and he now had AIDS. This was the mid-1990s, and highly active antiretroviral therapy was on the horizon but just out of reach.1,2 His treatments failing him, he became desperate for a cure. He did twice daily coffee enemas, choked down repulsive herbal concoctions, and visited New Age visionary healers. For a long time, he remained optimistic. He was in constant contact with his agent, seeking out auditions even as his strength waned. He wasn’t only a waiter at The Cheesecake Factory and he wasn’t dying of AIDS; he was an actor who was going to be healthy again soon. Occasionally he would call my dad, buoyant with hope, “The virus is gone. I’m cured.”  Of course, he wasn’t. My father never tried to talk John out of pursuing alternative therapies, though he considered doing so many times. The frantic search for a reprieve from death can take us many places, and it is not to be pitied. But how do you also protect your loved ones from harmful remedies and predatory scam artists? How do you provide the best treatment when there is no good treatment? In all my years, all 10 of them, I had thought that doctors knew everything, and if you went to them, you would get better. But John wasn’t getting better. Together with his doctors, we embraced helplessness.  His CD4 count fell to zero. He developed skin lesions from Kaposi sarcoma. He was repeatedly hospitalized with Pneumocystis pneumonia. His organs began failing. Ultimately, he decided to leave the hospital on hospice. It was only then that he told his parents he was gay and had AIDS. At first, his parents couldn’t believe he was gay. They told my father it was a phase, possibly brought on by his living in Los Angeles, a side effect of being an actor and dancer. Later, at his memorial service in New York, they would tell everyone he had died of a rare cancer. My father remembers someone asking John’s mother what kind of cancer it was, and she said, “I don’t know. It’s very rare.”  During my ...
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