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Final Approach
May He who blessed our ancestors bless and heal you and return you to health.
In 1986 they were still using leeches for treatment, weren't they?ps: In 1986 my "healthy" wife gave birth to a healthy baby. During her final post-partum checkup the doctor took a few minutes to show her how to check for lumps in her breast during the years ahead. To his surprise he found a lump , they did an exploratory but found it had spread to her lymph nodes and liver and there was nothing they could do. She was gone in 6 months.
^^^ This. So very much this.@kath I'm sorry I'm just now seeing this!! You'll be fine and I have no doubts on that. I was diagnosed with kidney cancer over 11 years ago and told it was bad and my odds were not good. The doctor was shocked when I started laughing and told him to get out of the room before I stuck his head through the wall. To be fair, I was on doped up pain meds because they thought they were about to wheel me in for an appendectomy... he literally told me the news by saying, "The good news is your appendix is fine. The bad news is you have kidney cancer and it doesn't look good." BS. cancer picked the wrong person to mess with then and it did now.
I went to Johns Hopkins for treatment and was really feeling sorry for myself. I was there for testing all day... over eight hours of walking from one end of the hospital to the other, back and forth. Needles and scans, more needles, more scans... now we need some blood... I was miserable. Why me? Then I looked up when walking to another test and there was a little girl in a wheelchair with an IV bag attached, she had no hair and looked so small in her hospital gown. She smiled and waved at me. I turned the corner and cried. At that moment, my attitude changed. Why not me? That was the question that got me through from then on. I wasn't special.
Lastly a friend of mine told me a few days ago that he has stage 3 in his hip, stage 4 in his back. He's already survived throat cancer, so this time he was ready to give up. I can't share the text I sent him... I was not nice. My special way of motivation was to call him names and demand that I'm the one who will take him to his chemo treatments. He's ready to fight now.
Keep your head up. I already know you're strong! Keep us updated as you beat cancer's ass!
Hi John ..... you may have an idea there ...... haa ..... as a helicopter pilot pretending to be a cancer researcher I would attach a leach to a tumor and let it suck out the cancerous cells , that way the cancer cannot spread to the body.In 1986 they were still using leeches for treatment, weren't they?
.... Which means I got to read the report before anyone else did, including my PCP. So I was reading “invasive ductal carcinoma” on a Monday evening, after-hours and on my own, trying to decipher the report in its intractable medicalese.
What you say above was of course the argument against having these types of things available on patient portals prior to the appropriate doctor visit. Sorry it was a restless time. I know how uncertainty like that can eat at you.
I was actually reading something that they're required by law to post things to the patient portal immediately. So I can't really blame anyone. And if given the choice, I still would have chosen to read and know immediately. I'd rather be freaking out from knowledge of something, than freaking out waiting and having naught but uncertainty.
Chemo starts Thursday. I tried counting the number of different drugs I'll be on, and lost count at seven. I also lost count of all the potential side effects; no way to really know how it'll go until we jump in and find out. The "briefer" told me I would most likely lose my hair... it was interesting how she rolled that out with the tone of voice that implied this was the worst possible of all the side effects, and then the palpable relief in her entire demeanor when I shrugged that off with a "pshaw". I plan to wear the scars from this experience, I said. That's great, she said, Keep that attitude, and it'll make a big difference.
My son in law has a kidney transplant, he takes 11 different drugs twice a day.Chemo starts Thursday. I tried counting the number of different drugs I'll be on, and lost count at seven.
I was actually reading something that they're required by law to post things to the patient portal immediately.
I was actually reading something that they're required by law to post things to the patient portal immediately. So I can't really blame anyone. And if given the choice, I still would have chosen to read and know immediately. I'd rather be freaking out from knowledge of something, than freaking out waiting and having naught but uncertainty.
Chemo starts Thursday. I tried counting the number of different drugs I'll be on, and lost count at seven. I also lost count of all the potential side effects; no way to really know how it'll go until we jump in and find out. The "briefer" told me I would most likely lose my hair... it was interesting how she rolled that out with the tone of voice that implied this was the worst possible of all the side effects, and then the palpable relief in her entire demeanor when I shrugged that off with a "pshaw". I plan to wear the scars from this experience, I said. That's great, she said, Keep that attitude, and it'll make a big difference.
I don't.If you need hair, I’ve got some extra you can have.
I don't.
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Per all the various -isms, there is no such thing as discrimination against the majority.
Today the theme is Gratitude. Gratitude that clockwise is still clockwise, and that we are able to face whatever appears before us.....and that we have yet another chance.Crap. So sorry to hear that, Kath. Fight hard and focus on balance in life. Find somebody that understands what you’re going through and lean on them. Get healthy...then worry about the rest.
We’re here if you just need to unload.
Wise words from a wise man. Thanks, Bruce. Regardless of life's challenges, and none of us really knows what struggles those around us face or what burdens they bear in secret, we all have much to be grateful for and should constantly strive to focus on those things.Today the theme is Gratitude. Gratitude that clockwise is still clockwise, and that we are able to face whatever appears before us.....and that we have yet another chance.
@kath
I went to Johns Hopkins for treatment and was really feeling sorry for myself. I was there for testing all day... over eight hours of walking from one end of the hospital to the other, back and forth. Needles and scans, more needles, more scans... now we need some blood... I was miserable. Why me? Then I looked up when walking to another test and there was a little girl in a wheelchair with an IV bag attached, she had no hair and looked so small in her hospital gown. She smiled and waved at me. I turned the corner and cried. At that moment, my attitude changed. Why not me? That was the question that got me through from then on. I wasn't special.
I was actually reading something that they're required by law to post things to the patient portal immediately. So I can't really blame anyone. And if given the choice, I still would have chosen to read and know immediately. I'd rather be freaking out from knowledge of something, than freaking out waiting and having naught but uncertainty.
Chemo starts Thursday. I tried counting the number of different drugs I'll be on, and lost count at seven. I also lost count of all the potential side effects; no way to really know how it'll go until we jump in and find out. The "briefer" told me I would most likely lose my hair... it was interesting how she rolled that out with the tone of voice that implied this was the worst possible of all the side effects, and then the palpable relief in her entire demeanor when I shrugged that off with a "pshaw". I plan to wear the scars from this experience, I said. That's great, she said, Keep that attitude, and it'll make a big difference.
Here is what I found most interesting ..... when we survive cancer it is our own immune system that does it . The surgeries and treatments remove the physical tumors and many of the cancer cells which gives our bodies a fighting chance to finish it off so try to eat good nutritious food. Avoid the mythical herbal remedies . They are mostly a scam and if they do contain vitamins it comes from the same nutritious foods we already eat
ps: In 1986 my "healthy" wife gave birth to a healthy baby. During her final post-partum checkup the doctor took a few minutes to show her how to check for lumps in her breast during the years ahead. To his surprise he found a lump , they did an exploratory but found it had spread to her lymph nodes and liver and there was nothing they could do. She was gone in 6 months.