I am 74 and this last year I have dealt with a lot of medical conditions the major one is lung cancer. My cancer was very late in being diagnosed (stage four) and when treatment was started I was almost dead, I think, though the Doctors never said that. The treatment plan was laid out with no guarantees at all; 21 days of radiation treatment and 6 chemo treatments of 3 days every 3 ½ weeks. That sounds simple enough, right. I may have over simplified my condition. I had small cell carcinoma of the lung in several places; in my brain, lung, breast bone, 5th lumbar vertebra, and a few spots in my ribs.
I had no pain until November 2016 when my lower back began to hurt and progressively got worse and when I was admitted to St. Frances Hospital I could hardly stand the pain even while taking Hydrocodone every 6 hours. Another painful area was the breast bone which began to hurt on Christmas day and was so painful that I went to the ER at Johnson Memorial Hospital where after 2 X rays I was told “we don’t know what it is. Use this pain patch and take these antibiotics and go see your Doctor.” I finally got in to see a Dr. Robert Daly and after a quick look at a PT scan taken in December 2016 he said you have cancer and we need to take a biopsy to determine what kind. The results were Small cell carcinoma of the lung and the Dr. said you need to go to St. Francis immediately and see Dr. Ikhlaque. I was immediately admitted and my treatment began.
Over the last year I have lost 60 # but have regained 25 #. Almost lost the use of my left leg but now get around without assistance. I was almost brain dead because of prescription drug overdose but now am back to normal, whatever that is.
I do have an advantage over most folks because unless I get run over by a Mack truck or hit by a train, I know what I am going to die from, small cell carcinoma of the lung. You see, the cancer never goes into remission. It has in my case becomes dormant and so I live in 3 months buckets of time between C.T. scans, now that’s not bad considering my condition of almost a year ago last January. I now have 3 buckets under my belt and that’s close to a year.
I write this, not for sympathy, but for thanksgiving. Thanks to my God and his son Jesus and the many folks who prayed for my recovery and to Dr. Ikhlaque and the staff of St. Frances Hospital. Most importantly thanks to my wonderful wife and my kids who went thru the difficult time with me. So now I say that this is indeed a year of thanksgiving. Hopefully I will be able to write more on my blog because that is fun.
Thanks for listening,
The Crotchety Old Man