I awoke on the 28th, almost at my usual time. Straight to the gym I headed, but instead of an hour of grueling stairmaster, it was 30 minutes of stationary biking. I felt good, but very tired. So tired in fact that I started coughing again and feeling like crap. Too much too soon.
Took the kids to school, came home, straight to sleep. Panic, anxiety, depression, all at the same time. Was I becoming bipolar? The calls, texts, and e-mails of support came pouring in. Word spread quickly. Everyone was devastated, but in that devastation, they all had the strength to send me their heartfelt prayers, words, and support of any kind. I felt incredibly special and couldn't help but smile with all of the support being showered on myself and my family.
Plans were made, an oncologist selected, visits for labs and multiple studies set. I felt energized. Maybe my disease wasn't so bad. Maybe surgery could fix the majority of the issues. Maybe I could beat this!
How about that! Positive thoughts from me. Time to move forward. Next up: PET scan. Time to search the web and find out all the options.
Saw the oncologist and came away with mixed feelings: Chemo only? No surgery? No cool and promising studies? Was told to try MD Anderson and at least one or two other consultations to be sure I knew all the options. OK.
At home, again with nothing else to think about, depression. Major depression. Went to sleep after answering more uplifting messages, but still down overall. Then came a call from Dr. Gabriel Rodriguez: "How can this happen to you! You are such a good guy and such a great friend! How can this happen!" More emotions were released and in the end, I felt a special caring from Gabe that I know I can count on.
I went to sleep more on a high than I thought I would.
Took the kids to school, came home, straight to sleep. Panic, anxiety, depression, all at the same time. Was I becoming bipolar? The calls, texts, and e-mails of support came pouring in. Word spread quickly. Everyone was devastated, but in that devastation, they all had the strength to send me their heartfelt prayers, words, and support of any kind. I felt incredibly special and couldn't help but smile with all of the support being showered on myself and my family.
Plans were made, an oncologist selected, visits for labs and multiple studies set. I felt energized. Maybe my disease wasn't so bad. Maybe surgery could fix the majority of the issues. Maybe I could beat this!
How about that! Positive thoughts from me. Time to move forward. Next up: PET scan. Time to search the web and find out all the options.
Saw the oncologist and came away with mixed feelings: Chemo only? No surgery? No cool and promising studies? Was told to try MD Anderson and at least one or two other consultations to be sure I knew all the options. OK.
At home, again with nothing else to think about, depression. Major depression. Went to sleep after answering more uplifting messages, but still down overall. Then came a call from Dr. Gabriel Rodriguez: "How can this happen to you! You are such a good guy and such a great friend! How can this happen!" More emotions were released and in the end, I felt a special caring from Gabe that I know I can count on.
I went to sleep more on a high than I thought I would.
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