Whoever says doctors don’t work on the weekend, obviously has never had cancer and haven’t met my amazing oncologists from Dana Farber and Brigham & Women’s hospitals of Boston.
I received the best news possible. My oncologist just called (yes on a Sunday night) to inform me, that all the biopsy results are complete and I am still in complete remission. My world can finally start turning again.
I am not a patient person, so waiting to find out if I was about to battle cancer all over again was horrible. The past six weeks were absolute torture. There was no relief for the havoc my stomach went through worrying. There was no pill strong enough to give me a good night’s or on some occasions any sleep at all.
In the past six weeks, I questioned my faith in life, my strength to fight and my will to want to continue if the results were different. Luckily, I am no longer in a position to worry about these things.
I want to thank my parents for putting up with my horrible disposition during this time. I want to thank all the prayers from family and friends. I want to thank my brother for his willingness to travel back to Boston on a drop of a dime to give me another transplant if necessary. And of course, my beautiful son, Gabriel, who can always make me smile.
There are no right words to truly describe my happiness at the moment. Needless to say, I will probably end up crying myself to sleep again tonight, but it will be for much better reason.
~Cheers,
Adam
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Fear the Reaper
Everyone is going to die someday. It might be of old age, a car accident, disease, heart attack, murder, or just falling in the house. Most people have a fear of death because we fear what we don’t know or understand. I’ll be the first to admit that I DO fear the grim reaper. What I don’t fear is failing, if I know I’ve tried my hardest until now.
With biopsy results looming of a possible lymphoma relapse, I realize I AM going to fail. I have fought my hardest for over 2 years. Lost my wife. Lost my house and lost several friends on the way. Spent more time in the hospital then anyone should have to who isn’t getting paid to be there. Shit myself because I can’t control my bowels. Threw up every night at 3:30am for over 4 weeks straight. Couldn’t drive a car for 6 months. Was hospitalized twice inexplicably. Broke my back by simply trying to pick up and hold my son. And at the end of the day, I thought I broke the mold and won. But I’m wrong.
I take pride in knowing I fought hard and hopefully I will find the strength to fight again if I have to. But the truth is, there is NO cure for Mantle Cell Lymphoma. I may have to restart chemo, radiation or have more infusions or another stem cell transplant. Truth is…no one has ever beaten Mantle Cell. It is rare, aggressive, and a killer. There are ways to slow it, but it will come back, and each time it does, the treatments work a little less to contain it.
Most medical professionals would say I’ve done good making it this far. The surgeon who took my first biopsies over 2 years ago now, couldn’t even face me with the diagnosis. He called me on the phone because he actually thought he was giving me a death sentence. My oncologists are calm now, because they know I am scared to death. And I know they gave me the medical world’s biggest, baddest Mike Tyson upper-cut treatments to try and beat this disease, because it is what it is. A killer.
The moral is I fear failing and death. Unfortunately, I will fail (probably sooner than later) and will die. I hate the thought of not seeing my little boy grow up. I hate the thought of not having control over my own destiny anymore. I’ve always been a glass half empty guy, but I also always tried to be the life of the party. I’m not sure how more parties I have in me, but I’ll try to make a few more waves before my ship sails.
Any words of inspiration are welcome. Right now I could use the help.
Thank you.
~Cheers
Adam
With biopsy results looming of a possible lymphoma relapse, I realize I AM going to fail. I have fought my hardest for over 2 years. Lost my wife. Lost my house and lost several friends on the way. Spent more time in the hospital then anyone should have to who isn’t getting paid to be there. Shit myself because I can’t control my bowels. Threw up every night at 3:30am for over 4 weeks straight. Couldn’t drive a car for 6 months. Was hospitalized twice inexplicably. Broke my back by simply trying to pick up and hold my son. And at the end of the day, I thought I broke the mold and won. But I’m wrong.
I take pride in knowing I fought hard and hopefully I will find the strength to fight again if I have to. But the truth is, there is NO cure for Mantle Cell Lymphoma. I may have to restart chemo, radiation or have more infusions or another stem cell transplant. Truth is…no one has ever beaten Mantle Cell. It is rare, aggressive, and a killer. There are ways to slow it, but it will come back, and each time it does, the treatments work a little less to contain it.
Most medical professionals would say I’ve done good making it this far. The surgeon who took my first biopsies over 2 years ago now, couldn’t even face me with the diagnosis. He called me on the phone because he actually thought he was giving me a death sentence. My oncologists are calm now, because they know I am scared to death. And I know they gave me the medical world’s biggest, baddest Mike Tyson upper-cut treatments to try and beat this disease, because it is what it is. A killer.
The moral is I fear failing and death. Unfortunately, I will fail (probably sooner than later) and will die. I hate the thought of not seeing my little boy grow up. I hate the thought of not having control over my own destiny anymore. I’ve always been a glass half empty guy, but I also always tried to be the life of the party. I’m not sure how more parties I have in me, but I’ll try to make a few more waves before my ship sails.
Any words of inspiration are welcome. Right now I could use the help.
Thank you.
~Cheers
Adam
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