Boy Toy has shut down his electrical service company and has moved (or is in the process of moving) to Michigan. He was first diagnosed with early Stage 1 bladder cancer in fall 2015, had surgery to remove the tumor (“little fucking alien,” he called it), then sailed through chemotherapy without many side effects. I was with him every step of the way — from diagnosis through surgery, accompanied him to each of his chemo appointments, and, finally, the exploratory surgery that indicated he was cancer-free.
But bladder cancer is one of the most likely cancers to reappear, according to the American Cancer Society. And in Boy Toy’s case it did, in December 2017. But this time he was Kooky Girl’s squeeze and, unlike me, she has no medical background. Terms like TURBT, adjuvant therapy, and BCG likely left her clueless and therefore ineffective. Depending on the severity, his next bout with bladder cancer might result in a cystectomy (complete removal of the bladder).
Several recent studies have shown that workers in certain occupations — including those working in the electrical industry — have higher rates of developing bladder cancer. Boy Toy was adopted, so therefore doesn’t know his parentage or family history. But his nearly 30 years of pulling and splicing wires, crawling around in attics, and working with chemically-coated materials may have put him at higher risk. No wonder he quit working.
A British study identified various occupations that increased the risk of dying from bladder cancer. Electricians are 25 times more likely to die of bladder cancer than some other occupations studied. Another study found that those in at-risk occupations have a significantly higher rate of developing bladder cancer when employed for longer than 10 years.
I sympathize with Boy Toy’s plight. I do not wish him ill. But facts are facts. He can run to Michigan, but he can’t outrun his odds.
(Medical citations available on request.)
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