Two Views of Same Data on Life Expectancy

A Dog's secret to a long happy life...play hard and find a good teddy bear with whom to sleep.  Could it be that simple?
A Dog’s secret to a long happy life…play hard and find a good teddy bear with whom to sleep. Could it be that simple?

Do Numbers Lie or mislead? I suspect we just read into them what we expect “truth” to be.

When I started as a Survey Program Analyst almost 16 years ago, I remember working on some politically sensitive data. My boss said in a somewhat cynical tone, “Tell me what you want to prove, and I can find the statistic to ‘prove’ you correct.” Since then, I have enjoyed running across those statistics which can be used for either side of a disagreement as “proof.”

I was at a healthcare bazaar at my work last week where different supplier came to sell their services. There were insurance companies hoping employees would switch to their insurance or perhaps sign up for the first time. As I walked around, I watched their interest in selling to me predictably fade quickly with the mention of my MS. It was like the Soup Nazi in Seinfeld, saying “No long term care insurance for you.”

I get it. Still, I did have some interesting conversations there. It is enlightening to see how caught up in rosy narratives we become when faced with numbers that may say what we want to hear. One of the employee assistance plan workers told me the story of one of his friend being diagnosed with untreatable cancer. The doctor told him and his family to do what they can to make the patient happy because studies show “Happier sick people live longer.” The worker and family took this to mean if they can keep the patient happy he might beat the cancer. This narrative assigned to the facts of less happy people dying quicker gave them power over that truth which they would otherwise be forced to just endure.
I guess I was a Debby Downer, because I pointed out the other “obvious” to me possible explanation for the numbers. Sometimes being really sick and dying is just miserable. Perhaps some of those unhappy people were unhappy because their illness was so miserable to endure, and it was killing them whether they were happy or not? Without knowing what made the people in the study unhappy, it is hard to say why the unhappy people died quicker.

To my, ignorant of the individual facts mind, the narrative where sick unhappy people die sooner than happier ones, suggests a bleaker mindset closer to death. This seems more plausible than healing by positive thinking. I think about the symptoms I am to watch for as a JCV positive patient taking Tysabri. I am supposed to watch for down turns in my mood because they could be a harbinger of PML. Will my happiness ward off PML or is will a darker mood be a canary in the mine?
Maybe I should worry that mind so readily dismisses my mood as a cause of my body worsening. Perhaps I am already doomed.

Of course, I have few objections if my family and friends want to make me happier all the time so I can live longer. Maybe I should start an Emotional Go Fund Me and see how much positive energy is directed my way?

The happier patient population living longer could also be a result of the body having to spend less energy enduring symptoms. I know my symptoms are worse when I am stressed. Of course I also stress over increases in symptoms. I will concede it is plausible that happier patients live longer, but which is the cause and which is the effect in the relationship between happiness and long life is undetermined in my mind.

One happy bear scout
One happy bear scout

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Control Is But an Illusion

These last few weeks have been crazy. So much has happened, and my energy and time left to write disappeared. Still, these past few weeks have had many highlights.

For starters, O ran the 5k cross country race at my high school with me. He finished in 36 minutes which I thought was remarkable for an 8 year old. He was saddened though when the youngest age group for the awards was expanded from 0-10 to 0-13. He lost out to three 13 year old boys. I told him not to worry because if he can finish the race at 8, just think how easy it will be for him after 5 more years. The accomplishment was finishing, something I struggled with after pulling my hamstring when I tripped on a tree root. Still, I pushed him to finish hard running right beside him. The injury just made running for the rest of the week out of the question.

Without running, I find my ability to focus goes to pot. I find it much harder to get the clarity I need to step back and look at how things work and how I work. My mind depends a lot on exercise.

So maybe it is no surprise that as I have resumed my normal routine of running, I come back to writing, if only to summarize the last few weeks. Of possible interest to some, I wrote the letter to Senator Ben Cardin on the impact of pharmaceutical spending and a suggestion to alleviate some of the problem.
A copy of the letter is here.

The best news came this past week as we were finally cleared to adopt K. She has been with us for most of her life, and soon she will share our name and be assured a place with our family. The lady interviewing me asked if she would be our last adoption. I told her we said yes to that question the last two times. So, no, we don’t intend to adopt again…at this time. However our control of future situations is as imperfect as our ability to see them clearly. This illusion of control of the future is still what allows us needed peace to enjoy the prospect of making K an official permanent member of the family.

The blind K is the happiest kid in our family, and we are oh so lucky to have her with us.
The blind K is the happiest kid in our family, and we are oh so lucky to have her with us.

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