Hello folks. I had a CT scan today and didn’t get the news I hoped for. Some of the nodules in my lungs got bigger over the last six weeks. Not much, but enough to abandon the chemo drugs I’ve been taking. We now turn to clinical trials. I’ll most likely be starting one in a month or so.
I’m doing okay. I’ve managed to stay positive through this whole experience, but today was tough. It was hard to fight off the emotion, but I feel like I need to stay strong for my family and for all of those who believe in me. I can not say what is in store for me. This cancer is very rare and slow-growing, two factors that work against me. Barring a miracle or new, effective treatment (I guess that would also be a miracle)…it could be two years or it could be fifteen or more before this gets the best of me. I’m determined not to let that happen. I just hope I can buy enough time for a breakthrough.
I thought I’d also share a few tidbits about my experiences over the last few months.
One thing that has been great is the almost overwhelming support I’ve received from friends, family, and even strangers. I’ve had people I’ve barely spoken to or paid much attention to in years be surprisingly kind and generous and yet at the same time not heard anything from people I’ve considered to be some of my closest friends.
The other guy I met with a similar cancer isn’t doing well. At the same time he doesn’t look well either, at least compared to me. We’ve sort of become friends. Anyway, he did make a comment that bothered me when he found out there was nothing more that could be done for him. He told me that, “at least you don’t have a wife and kid.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? A family is something that I’ve always wanted and although I haven’t given up hope, I have to deal with the possibility that it might never happen.
Another hard thing is seeing my parents and others worry about me. I can handle all the pain in the world but it really hurts to see that. I might have mentioned it before, but one thought that gets me through is that if this was going to happen to anyone, I’m glad it’s me and not a family member or friend.
If you didn’t make the connection with my now-bald dome, you would never know by looking at me how serious this disease is or that there is even anything wrong. Someone told me the other day that I look like Mr. Clean, I think I just got a good idea for a Halloween costume…
Everyone keeps asking me what they can do for me and usually I tell them these things.
1. Pray, not only for me but for your own family’s health
2. Don’t smoke, and if you do, quit. Avoid secondhand exposure. Although I probably didn’t get cancer from smoking (I’ve maybe smoked 3 or 4 packs total in my life and perhaps a few cigars), having cancer in your lungs is no fun. I’ll never so much as have another puff ever again except perhaps a nice cigar the day I officially beat this shit.
3. This might pertain more to people around my age, but I tell them to make sure you have good health insurance. A year ago I thought I was on top of the world (that young and invincible feeling), and that nothing could happen to me…
4. Make sure you are an organ donor
Thank you all for your prayers and support.