Miscarriages? It May Be From DES!

Life is simple, it’s just not easy.

Have you ever had a stigma placed upon you or your family members for something you did not do?  I’m with you on that if so.  And after all these years, I’ve learned all the info and have the need to “tell all” so that anyone of you who do not know will feel some relief.  Also from your educating other, I hope to reach those people – the hurting women and men who suffered unbeknownst to their parents.

Light at the end of the tunnel

I do want you all to realize that there is life (and light) at the end of the tunnel.  I was very fortunate.  Although surgery by hysterectomy was necessary, I’m a survivor of cancer and have lived a full life thus far.  Hopefully, I’ll continue!

Years ago, I was presented with a serious ailment.  I had a cervical tumor, 3rd stage cancer bordering on 4th stage – extremely serious obviously.  Only years afterwards did I learn why this occurred.  But originally when I received the horrendous news in 1980, they tried a couple of things to maintain my ability to have children, as I had only been married a year and as yet had none.  Ultimately though a hysterectomy was necessary to preserve my life.  At the time it was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to undergo.

My mother had five children, however, she also suffered several miscarriages during her child-bearing years.  She was a devout Catholic and as such pleaded with her doctor to tell her how she could be helped from the trauma of miscarriage.  Her doctor prescribed Diethylstilbestrol (or DES) which was a synthetic nonsteroidal estrogen that was synthesized about 1938.

There are many of you, I’ve learned, and I want you to be aware of the facts to help alleviate any guilt you may be feeling.  As it has been alluded to that this type of cancer can be due to promiscuity at an early age, we now need to clear the air.  So I’m going to SPEAK OUT for myself but primarily for any of you with the situation of being a DES daughter or son, and for those of you who don’t know what you went through – the reason/s – and for those of you who have yet to learn of the problems you may face.

From about 1940 to 1971, DES was given to pregnant women in the mistaken belief it would reduce the risk of pregnancy complications and losses such as miscarriage.

In 1971, DES was shown to cause a rare vaginal tumor in girls and women who had been exposed to this drug in utero.  In fact women such as myself were alerted to having cervical cancer and/or vaginal cancer.

The Food and Drug Administration subsequently withdrew DES from use in pregnant women.  Follow-up studies have indicated DES also has the potential to cause a variety of significant adverse medical complications during the lifetimes of those exposed.  This per the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services: Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

The US National Cancer Institute recommends women born to mothers who took DES undergo special medical exams on a regular basis to screen for complications as a result of the drug.  Individuals who were exposed to DES during their mothers’ pregnancies are commonly referred to as “DES daughters” and “DES sons”.

In the 1940s, DES was used off-label to prevent adverse pregnancy outcomes in women with a history of miscarriage.  And in July 1947, the FDA approved the use of DES for this indication.  The first such approval was granted to Bristol-Meyers Squibb, allowing use of 25 mg (and later 100 mg) tablets of DES during pregnancy.   The recommended regimen started at 5 mg per day in the 7th and 8th weeks of pregnancy (from first day of last menstrual period), increased every other week by 5 mg per day through the 14th week, and then increased every week by 5 mg per day from 25 mg per day in the 15th week to 125 mg per day in the 35th week of pregnancy.  DES was originally considered effective and safe for both the pregnant woman and the developing baby.  It was aggressively marketed and routinely prescribed. Sales peaked in 1953.   By the way, I was born in 1951, right in the midst of this drug’s popularity as a Godsend for preventing miscarriages.

Despite an absence of evidence supporting the use of DES to prevent adverse pregnancy outcomes, DES continued to be given to pregnant women through the 1960s. In 1971, a report published in the New England Journal of Medicine showed a probable link between DES and vaginal clear cell adenocarcinoma in girls and young women who had been exposed to this drug in utero. Later in the same year, the FDA sent an FDA Drug Bulletin to all U.S. physicians advising against the use of DES in pregnant women.  The FDA also removed prevention of miscarriage as an indication for DES use and added pregnancy as a contraindication for DES use.  On February 5, 1975, the FDA ordered 25 mg and 100 mg tablets of DES withdrawn, effective February 18, 1975.  The number of persons exposed to DES during pregnancy or in utero during 1940–1971 is unknown, but may be as high as 2 million in the United States.

DES was also used in other countries, most notably France, the Netherlands and Great Britain.

From the 1950s through the beginning of the 1970s, DES was prescribed to prepubescent girls to begin puberty and thus stop growth by closing growth plates in the bones.  Despite its clear link to cancer, doctors continued to recommend the hormone for “excess height”.

DES gained notoriety when it was shown to cause a rare vaginal tumor in girls and young women who exposed to this drug in utero.  In 1971, the New England Journal of Medicine published a report showing that seven of eight girls and young women (ages 14 to 22)  diagnosed with vaginal clear cell adenocarcinoma had been exposed prenatally to DES.   Subsequent studies have shown an approximate 40-fold increased risk of vaginal/cervical clear cell adenocarcinoma in women exposed in utero to DES. As a consequence of this evidence, DES is considered an established human carcinogen. DES was one of the first transplacental carcinogens discovered in humans, meaning a toxin could cross the placenta and harm the fetus. It had originally been believed that the placenta protected the developing fetus but we now know that is not true. Daughters exposed to DES in utero may also have increased risk of moderate to severe cervical squamous cell dysplasia and an increased risk of breast cancer

Initially, fewer studies documented risks of prenatal exposure to DES on males (referred to as “DES sons”).  The first documented case study of intersexuality occurring in a male prenatally exposed to DES was published in the New England Journal of Medicine in 1959 by Kaplan.

In the 1970s and early 1980s, studies published on prenatally DES-exposed males investigated increased risk of testicular cancer, infertility and urogenital abnormalities in development, such as cryptorchidism and hypospadias.

Thus women weren’t alone in this malady … men suffered as well.  And I suspect that women at the very least talk about it amongst their friends far more than most men would talk amongst other men.  Therefore we all need to be well informed for our own peace of mind as well as informing and educating others, perhaps even our own families.

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life:


~~Robert Frost


Director, Yale Prevention Research Center


Good day everyone!  My dear online friend, Susan Katz, has allowed me permission to copy her son’s (Dr. David Katz) article for his blog via the Huff Post – Healthy Living.  It is a tribute to his father Don, who recently celebrated his 74th birthday.  So what did this wonderful guy want to do for his birthday?  Of course, to bicycle 54 miles with his son and son-in-law.   Well worth the read!
Katz photo 74th birthday

74th Birthday, 54 Miles

Posted: 07/30/2013  4:30 pm

My father turned 74 yesterday. Most of the associated festivities were fairly conventional, and more or less predictable.

The usual suspects converged on my parents’ home in Washington, Conn. My sister and brother-in-law and their two kids timed their mid-summer trip from Baltimore to coincide. My grown kids, save one who couldn’t get away, all assembled in time for a celebratory dinner. There was homemade cake complete with candles, and the customarily dubious rendition of “happy birthday to you.” Several men’s fashion retailers clearly made out like bandits, as did Hallmark.

And, naturally, my dad and I exchanged our annual and prototypically awkward hug, before reverting back to the handshakes and monosyllabic grunts that put us right at ease. We love one another, of course, but we’re guys. You know how it is.

At least one element of Dad’s 74th was almost certainly somewhat atypical, however. My father and I (age 50), along with my brother-in-law (late 40s) and a friend in our age group (but not my dad’s) went for a 54-mile bike ride.

The Harlem Valley Rail Ride, sponsored by Bike New York, happened to fall right on my dad’s birthday this year. He noticed that some months ago, and proposed the four of us register accordingly. Who says no to a guy on his birthday?

The ride, which began and ended in Millerton, N.Y., was spectacular. Most of the time, we were winding along country roads and passing cornfields, flowers, and horse farms. We were fortunate to have a cool, overcast morning — although our good fortune ran out temporarily for the roughly 5-mile stretch between about mile 38 and mile 43 we spent in a very cold deluge.

My brother-in-law, a serious cyclist and some-time tri-athlete, monitored our activity and tells me we averaged just a bit less than 17 miles an hour. For those who don’t know, that’s moving, particularly with the rolling hills factored in. It was serious exertion for all concerned, and my father was right there with the rest of us, all 20 years or more his juniors.

That’s impressive. And more impressive still is that my dad’s grandchildren find it impressive.

My folks have seven grandchildren; my wife and I have five kids, my sister and her husband have two. We didn’t quite manage to assemble them all, but for much of the weekend we had five, and got up to six for the birthday dinner. There was talk among them more than once about how “cool” it was to have such active grandparents. The youngest of them, my niece Samantha, now 11, was not too young to notice, and agree.

For one thing, the kids were clearly just proud of grandparents who were so vibrant (my mom also bikes; in fact, she and my dad take inn-to-inn bike trips all over the world). For another, they have benefited directly because they routinely get to participate in grandparent-sponsored activities, which have ranged from rafting, to hiking, to horseback riding, to skiing. My folks are fun grandparents, and great role models.

A 54 mile bike ride to celebrate a 74th birthday is, indeed, very cool — for many reasons. My father’s lifelong devotion to physical activity is partly responsible for my own. I believe my father and I are part of the reason my brother-in-law got into triathlons. I was the example that turned my niece into a competitive equestrian, and she, in turn, has drawn her mother into the sport. My kids are all very fit and active; several are accomplished dancers. Samantha is a devoted, and quite talented, gymnast. Apples, all, not far from the tree.

A vigorous, 50-plus mile bike ride (or any comparable activity) on the occasion of a birthday near the middle of the seventh decade is testimony to the benefits of a lifetime of good living — and the kids have noticed. The vitality that allows for such activity, and the blend of pleasure and gratification it accords, is a gift my father has given himself.

It’s a gift that keeps on giving. It pays dividends across decades. And it pays dividends across generations. For my kids and my nieces, this is just what 74 looks like; it’s what they now expect. And with our oldest now almost 25 — who knows? My dad may yet get to imprint his love of an active lifestyle on a fourth generation.

My dad’s example to his grandkids is wonderful. Getting both pleasure and health from active recreation is a contagious demonstration. My dad isn’t trying to put on a display for anyone; he’s just doing what he loves. But as a parent looking on at the impressions he is cultivating in my kids, I am grateful just the same. Everyone has a shot at more years in life, more life in years — if they take good care of themselves. It’s not a chore; it’s an opportunity. I tell my kids that healthy people have more fun; their grandfather shows them just what I mean.

So, there you have it. For my dad’s 74th, it was 54 miles. This makes me think that when I turn 54 several years from now, we may need to go 74 miles. Assuming we do, I just hope to be able to keep up with my dad.

For now, here’s to healthy living — the gift that truly does keep on giving — across the years, and across the generations. Thanks, Dad — and happy Birthday!


Dr. David L. Katz; http://www.davidkatzmd.com/

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