At the end of February, just as Laurie and I were about to move to Edmonds from Bothell, I began having breathing issues. I would walk maybe 20-30 feet, and then have to stop and catch my breath. I went to the doctor and had some blood tests done.
I received a call back that same afternoon, telling me that I was low on blood and needed to go to the ER immediately.
I went to the ER, and was given four transfusions of blood. They did some CT scans of my front and my side and discovered that I had an 8 cm tumor in my colon. It was cancerous. I spent the next two days in the ER, waiting for a room to become available at Swedish First Hill in Seattle so that I could have the tumor removed from my colon.
I was transferred to Swedish First Hill two days later. I had an operation which took out the tumor and 1/3 of my colon. I now have a semi-colon.
After more tests, it was determined that the cancer had spread from my colon to my stomach. The tumor that is in my stomach is too embedded in the fibers of the stomach to remove. So, I need to start chemotherapy very soon to see if we can reduce the tumor. The cancer won’t go away, so the chemo is just to improve my quality of life.
Honestly, I’m not in pain. At least at this point.
I feel blessed to have colon cancer. I know, you are sitting there reading this saying to yourself “Is he insane? Has he lost his mind?” The answer is No. I’ll explain why.
1 – I got cancer. God chose me to have the cancer
a) He didn’t give cancer to one of my kids.
b) He didn’t give cancer to one of my grandkids.
c) He didn’t give cancer to my wife, or my parents, or my in-laws, or even my ex-wife.
He chose me.
I’m not afraid of dying. I know where I am going after I pass away.
I don’t intend to let the cancer get me without fighting, kicking and screaming, doing whatever necessary to prolong my life. But I’m not afraid for myself.
I’m more concerned about my wife, and my kids, and my parents, and my in-laws, and my friends, and others around me.
Cancer has already brought my wife and I closer. It has also brought my parents closer to my wife, and my in-laws closer to me.
I’ve had outstanding surgeons and doctors taking care of me. I’ve met some outstanding people who work selflessly in the hospital taking care of patients, day in and day out, with little thanks other than a paycheck.
I’ve made it a point to always thank each and every person who has helped me along the way. Whether it is the person who is trying to find a vein to take a blood draw, or the surgeon who took out the tumor. Or the emergency room nurse who has come in for the third time because when I was trying to sleep, I turned wrong and set the stupid IV alarm off.
Cancer chose me. I didn’t choose cancer. But I intend to fight it with all I have to live and take care of those people around me the best I can, for as long as I can.
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I love your words. I’ve often loved and admired the things you say and write.
Lots of love Mike!
I agree that cancer is truly a blessing. Right after I was diagnosed , an EKG tech told me that and I thought she was crazy but after some time, I’ve come to understand this. We now cherish each moment of each day we have left on the earth. You are so right that at least my kids or grandkids or hubby doesn’t have it. You are truly amazing and When and if God wants you , then you better be saving me a good spot up there! Love you Mike!
Beautifully written. Love, Mom and Dad
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