Friday, September 22, 2006
Woohoo! I'm a Case Study! and Crap...I Hate Human Resources...
At my appointment this past Wednesday, Lita (my oncologist's nurse practitioner) told me that she had spoken at a conference in Chicago, where she mentioned me as an example of how well newer cancer treatments can work. I'm a case study!
Of course my name was not used, to protect my identity.
Dr. Hayes mentioned that he had recently had a conversation with Dr. Smith (the attending physician for the floor of the hospital where I spent the first two weeks of December), who was not at all certain that I'd turn out very well. "Oh, that poor lady," Dr. Smith took a dim view. I can imagine why he thought my case was dire: I was very, very ill in December, and tended to immediately vomit whenever he or his troupe of doctorlets came to visit me. I had what Lita describes as "the worst case of gastritis" she had ever seen, had a hip that broke as a result of metastatic disease, was undergoing radiation, and couldn't be moved without copious amounts of morphine.
What a very sad sack I was.
Well, things have turned around completely. Last weekend Brian and I went to visit my relatives in Cleveland, and not only was I able to stay on Aunt Barb's second floor (thanks for the hospitality, Aunt Barb), but I was able to show off my new, walker-free self to Grandma. "This is what physical therapy can do," I tried to tell her. Grandma is 93 and doesn't want to go to physical therapy. I can't say I blame her, but she does have exercises she could be doing at home. (Also, Grandma needs to wear her compression stockings. I highly recommend the toeless ones by Juzo...they included a little paper slipper that made them very easy for Brian to put them on my feet, after being shown how by the occupational therapist.) I was a little tired after walking back to the car from Jacob's Field on Friday, and walking around the Cleveland Zoo on Saturday definitely made me sore, but it was more the result of lots of walking after long inactivity, and nothing like the hip pain I experienced last year before being properly diagnosed.
Dr. Hayes also again mentioned the idea of taking a break from chemotherapy. I am more disposed to the idea this time. I will be undergoing more rounds of chemo and then in November will be re-scanned. If the downward trend on my lab results continues, and the tumors in my liver shrink further (to non-scary sizes: the largest is still around 4 centimeters), then I will be taken off Abraxane for as long as things appear to be ok. I will continue receiving Avastin and Zometa, which do not have the kind of side effects that chemotherapy does. I'm disappointed to have to continue going for infusions, but being able to grow my hair and stop getting Neupogen shots (which I've been weaseling out of having Brian give me) will be very nice. Lita called and left the latest lab results: the tumor marker which had gone down to 16.1 is now 15. The one which had gone down to 65 is now 45. (I will try to amend this with more accurate information when I get home.)
Now that things are going so well and that I am back at work full time, I've had a human resources snafu thrust upon me. I am very lucky in that my benefits allow me a very large number of "extended sick leave" hours at full pay. Unfortunately, I have only 20 of those hours remaining. I can use extended sick leave hours at half pay (which only contributes half to my retirement and benefits), or if I don't use extended sick leave hours at all for thirty days, they will be renewed to 1056 hours available.
However, those 1056 hours cannot be used for the same occurrence of an illness. Basically this means that in order to use the renewed extended sick leave hours, I have to develop some OTHER catastrophic medical situation aside from the chronic disease which for which I will be undergoing treatment for the rest of my life.
I could use my fifteen days of short term sick leave for my infusion appointments (these tend to take six hours or more) and other doctor's appointments. However, since I get infused roughly three times a month, within less than five months my sick leave will be gone for the year. Also, due to the library's interpretation of the university's Standard Practice Guide, taking three sick days per month could, in three months' time, give my supervisor (who, mercifully, is not interested in punative tracking of my schedule) grounds to write me up and fire me.
I could use my vacation time--which did not accrue while I was on extended sick leave--for my appointments, however I get only two vacation days per month and it hardly seems fair to deny me my vacation time in entirety because of a medical condition.
I could take time off without pay, which isn't appealing for the same reasons taking half-pay extended sick leave isn't a great option. Or I could rework my schedule to work longer hours on the other days of the week that I am not receiving medications intraveinously. Sure, that makes sense--let's have somebody on chemotherapy working longer hours to make up for it.
This is all patently ridiculous. I'm not a malingerer; I work hard and contribute positively to the library. I feel like I'm being punished for something utterly out of my control: I didn't choose to be afflicted by a chronic condition, and if I could magically stop going to as many appointments as I do, I'd be thrilled. However, there's nothing I can do about it, and I feel like the university's policy is designed to keep them from having to pay for somebody with a chronic illness.
Grounds for dispute under the Americans with Disabilities Act? I don't know.
Of course my name was not used, to protect my identity.
Dr. Hayes mentioned that he had recently had a conversation with Dr. Smith (the attending physician for the floor of the hospital where I spent the first two weeks of December), who was not at all certain that I'd turn out very well. "Oh, that poor lady," Dr. Smith took a dim view. I can imagine why he thought my case was dire: I was very, very ill in December, and tended to immediately vomit whenever he or his troupe of doctorlets came to visit me. I had what Lita describes as "the worst case of gastritis" she had ever seen, had a hip that broke as a result of metastatic disease, was undergoing radiation, and couldn't be moved without copious amounts of morphine.
What a very sad sack I was.
Well, things have turned around completely. Last weekend Brian and I went to visit my relatives in Cleveland, and not only was I able to stay on Aunt Barb's second floor (thanks for the hospitality, Aunt Barb), but I was able to show off my new, walker-free self to Grandma. "This is what physical therapy can do," I tried to tell her. Grandma is 93 and doesn't want to go to physical therapy. I can't say I blame her, but she does have exercises she could be doing at home. (Also, Grandma needs to wear her compression stockings. I highly recommend the toeless ones by Juzo...they included a little paper slipper that made them very easy for Brian to put them on my feet, after being shown how by the occupational therapist.) I was a little tired after walking back to the car from Jacob's Field on Friday, and walking around the Cleveland Zoo on Saturday definitely made me sore, but it was more the result of lots of walking after long inactivity, and nothing like the hip pain I experienced last year before being properly diagnosed.
Dr. Hayes also again mentioned the idea of taking a break from chemotherapy. I am more disposed to the idea this time. I will be undergoing more rounds of chemo and then in November will be re-scanned. If the downward trend on my lab results continues, and the tumors in my liver shrink further (to non-scary sizes: the largest is still around 4 centimeters), then I will be taken off Abraxane for as long as things appear to be ok. I will continue receiving Avastin and Zometa, which do not have the kind of side effects that chemotherapy does. I'm disappointed to have to continue going for infusions, but being able to grow my hair and stop getting Neupogen shots (which I've been weaseling out of having Brian give me) will be very nice. Lita called and left the latest lab results: the tumor marker which had gone down to 16.1 is now 15. The one which had gone down to 65 is now 45. (I will try to amend this with more accurate information when I get home.)
Now that things are going so well and that I am back at work full time, I've had a human resources snafu thrust upon me. I am very lucky in that my benefits allow me a very large number of "extended sick leave" hours at full pay. Unfortunately, I have only 20 of those hours remaining. I can use extended sick leave hours at half pay (which only contributes half to my retirement and benefits), or if I don't use extended sick leave hours at all for thirty days, they will be renewed to 1056 hours available.
However, those 1056 hours cannot be used for the same occurrence of an illness. Basically this means that in order to use the renewed extended sick leave hours, I have to develop some OTHER catastrophic medical situation aside from the chronic disease which for which I will be undergoing treatment for the rest of my life.
I could use my fifteen days of short term sick leave for my infusion appointments (these tend to take six hours or more) and other doctor's appointments. However, since I get infused roughly three times a month, within less than five months my sick leave will be gone for the year. Also, due to the library's interpretation of the university's Standard Practice Guide, taking three sick days per month could, in three months' time, give my supervisor (who, mercifully, is not interested in punative tracking of my schedule) grounds to write me up and fire me.
I could use my vacation time--which did not accrue while I was on extended sick leave--for my appointments, however I get only two vacation days per month and it hardly seems fair to deny me my vacation time in entirety because of a medical condition.
I could take time off without pay, which isn't appealing for the same reasons taking half-pay extended sick leave isn't a great option. Or I could rework my schedule to work longer hours on the other days of the week that I am not receiving medications intraveinously. Sure, that makes sense--let's have somebody on chemotherapy working longer hours to make up for it.
This is all patently ridiculous. I'm not a malingerer; I work hard and contribute positively to the library. I feel like I'm being punished for something utterly out of my control: I didn't choose to be afflicted by a chronic condition, and if I could magically stop going to as many appointments as I do, I'd be thrilled. However, there's nothing I can do about it, and I feel like the university's policy is designed to keep them from having to pay for somebody with a chronic illness.
Grounds for dispute under the Americans with Disabilities Act? I don't know.
Labels: Abraxane, Aunt Barb, Avastin, Brian, chemo, Cleveland, doctorlets, Dr. Hayes, Grandma, hip, Lita, liver, morphine, nausea, Neupogen, physical therapy, radiation, sick days, Zometa
Comments:
I totally agree. HR are the most horrible kind of people I have met to date. They make their living off of other peoples labors, struggles and talents. And if that wasn't enough, they devise new ways to operate with fewer people, making human labor into a commodity, like a pencil, that gets thrown away when its not useful anymore. In my opinion, HR are not our friends at all despite their warm touchy-feely smiles. They are bottom feeders who evaluate, judge, devaluate and preserve their own place at the table--forgetting that their place at the table was afforded by someone else's sacrifices and efforts. HR purely survives off someone else's labor, like a virus... Like a talentless social vampire. (In case you couldn't tell, I don't care much for HR).
Here’s a dozy: NO matter how advanced our skills, at some point a schoolmarm will decide our fate. I used to be a stock analyst at a large investment bank. When they first hired me out of grad school, the senior HR recruiter told me casually that she loved to hire young people from Anderson Consulting’s “Valuation Services” group. She explained, very satisfied, that because valuation (of companies and stocks) is what analysts do in research, the Anderson “valuation” hires came in with applicable skills. Indeed, there was a large colony of former Anderson people in the department, and over time I did get to know several. I should say, there were good people. One confided to me that HR’s regard for his CV was entirely misplaced, however, as what the Anderson Valuation Services group actually did was to value unusual items for estate tax purposes - he gave the example of sports memorabilia. When Wall Street analysts “value” a stock, of course, this involves company analysis and a mathematical relationship of forecasted company profits. It seems obvious to me that putting a price tag on a Mickey Mantle rookie card in no way resembles this, despite the similarity in name. It still galls me that the vaunted HR professional - this gatekeeper of my future - had an understanding of my skills as shallow as the paper my resume was printed on.
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