This is Not Your Father's Cancer
The perception of change is illusionary - By Matthew Zachary
Whether for good or for bad, I remember it all too well. December 27th, 1995.Al Gore had just barely invented the Internet, movie trailers for Independence Day shocked people to the core and we were all making fun of Bob Dole as he tried to become president with his codgery monotone.
I was 21 and six months away from my College graduation en route to film school with ambitions to become the next John Williams. I'd been classically trained for over 10 years with a romp through Jazz, new age, electronica and pop/rock. I wanted nothing more than to be creative and write music for film and television.
But first, something had to explain why my speech was slurring, why I kept fainting uncontrollably, why I had crippling headaches and - most importantly - why my left hand, my dominant hand, had lost all of it's fine motor coordination, rendering me unable to sit at the piano and play, grip a pen or type on the computer.
I had an MRI that day and the next 6 months were a blur. It went something like this: scan, brain tumor, surgery, cancer diagnosis, lots of radiation therapy. And all I wanted to do was graduate on time and play the piano.
That was 12 years ago and, considering I was given a 50% chance of living for 5 years, I think I can safely say it's been fun proving them wrong although they did say my hair would grow back.
Instead of heading off to film school, given that it took me 5 years to regain full use of my left hand and play piano again, I landed in IT, marketing and advertising for several years. Upon the release of my first solo piano album (which was written in my head all the years I was assiduously retraining myself), I was hurdled back into the same cancer world I was so excited to have finally built a new life trying to escape from.
Needless to say, over 200 concert appearances and speaking engagements later, I've since quit my cushy job on Madison Ave and given in to destiny by reinvesting myself, mind body and spirit, whole hog into the world of cancer advocacy. Bottom line is that no one should have to go through what I went through but, more importantly, if they do, they should not feel like they're the only one on the planet. You see, isolation is the number one psychosocial issue facing cancer survivors between the ages of 15 and 39, a population referred to as young adult.
I took up the cause of young adult cancer advocacy because little had been done to recognize this oft forgotten community within the cancer continuum. Out of the 1.3 million cancer diagnosis each year, less than 6% are under the age of 40. Roughly 68,000 young adults are stricken with a cancer diagnosis each year, up 200% over the past 20 years. On top of this, survival rates for young adults remain largely unchanged over the past 30 years. Meaning, if I were diagnosed again today with the same cancer, my outcome would be the same even in spite of all the major advances in prevention, early detection, medical technology and medicine. (*National Cancer Institute)
So, early this year, I founded The I'm Too Young For This! Cancer Foundation, a nonprofit advocacy group whose mission was simply to end isolation for young adults affected by cancer.
As the only national voice for Generation X cancer, we quickly rose to become a global support community with reach to nine countries. One month after our launch, we were profiled in the NY Times and just six months after our launch, we were ranked a TIME Magazine Best 50 Website 2007. Soon after I was invited to join the prestigious Google Health Advisory Council to represent the interests of the more than one million young adult survivors in the US. Most recently, thanks to a new relationship with Lifetime Television, millions of viewers watched as I guest starred on an episode of "Side Order of Life" as the host of a hip cancer support "happy hour" where one of the show's main characters (a survivor herself) goes to hang out with like minded peers.
Cancer needed a wake up call and I believe that, by energizing GenX, we can create lasting social change because this is generational health disparity at it's most powerful.
There are currently no clinical trials or cancer research projects focused on young adults. Why? We're too small a population. The young adult cancer problem is only going to be solved by and within the young adult community; from the demographic that brought us MySpace, FaceBook, YouTube. It is my personal mission not only to mobilize and activate GenX but develop our own "me generation" philanthropy model to solve our own problems with the same fervor we had for Sanjaya.
It will soon be December 27th, 2007. Twelve years will have passed. I look back and wonder if I would do it all again if I could. Yes I would. Today, I'm married, fertile (again), an author, a radio show host, a blogger and big mouth rabble-rouser in the cancer universe. I couldn't ask for a better life and I have cancer to thank for it. I know it sounds weird but here we are, and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
This is why we fight - because remission is not a cure and survivorship is all the rage.
Stupid cancer. Survivors Rule.
