It freaked me out at first as I am sometimes a bit closetphobic[sic]. Mr first MRI sent my heart rate into zone 1 Now I see it as my friend. When the machine fires up I always tell it "Do your magic please" When the radiation is going on you can't swallow or move your throat. I'm paranoid about that and feel like every heartbeat is moving my face inches, the brain is a strange thing. Thanks for the wishes.That head mask sort of freaks me out. Be strong.
This is so damn true. Once a week a friend of mine back east calls, it's the same thing. "How are you feeling" I think he expects me to announce my impending death one of these days.And it will suck afterwards, when you beat it, that people will ask "how are you feeling" with that morbid, walking in a cemetery tone.
A lady I worked with was diagnosed with breast cancer and has undergone treatment for it. she breezed through the chemo and radiation treatments and never stopped working. Strong lady.This is so damn true. Once a week a friend of mine back east calls, it's the same thing. "How are you feeling" I think he expects me to announce my impending death one of these days.
I'm a stage one ovarian cancer survivor. Sock, you and I are very lucky people -- early detection! Treatment may suck, but you can and will come through this.
I'm sure the OP appreciates you bringing that depressing tidbit into the thread; I'm sure they have not been bombarded by wall-to-wall news coverage about it.
No worries, Scoop is welcome to put that here. Yes people die of this disease and now I know, more that than I did two weeks ago. Beau sounds like a wonderful person. I am sure he was genuine when he spoke of his family and that speaks volumes about him. I see this as a way to refocus and put my priorities in line. Cycling comes in about 10th.I'm sure the OP appreciates you bringing that depressing tidbit into the thread; I'm sure they have not been bombarded by wall-to-wall news coverage about it.
You must be a hit at parties, we need to hang. Digits, pronto.
Personally, I told everyone. I have two developmentally delayed children and for a long time I never spoke of their problems (or by extension, mine). That, I believe, made me an incredibly cantankerous, crabby person. When I decided to share that information and tell people what it was like to live this life (not for pity, just for empathy), I felt much better about both the situation and with life in general.My Mom is 83, I haven't told her this news. I live thousands of miles away from her and this isn't something she needs to be worried about. She is a classic worrier and would be more worried about it than I am, or at least she would let it affect her as if it were that case. Is keeping news like this away from a parent not a bad idea.
Obviously my kids, they won't hear anything from me about how or what is making Daddy need some work for his sore throat. My wife just asked them to cut me some slack when I get tired. I haven't yet felt especially tired.
TOG, Snap thanks for the stories. I know you both so well through the years ( we have never met) stuff like that really is appreciated.
Daniell, great news. Wchevron, likewise, great news. Thanks for posting.
Good for you for not treating him like he is contagious. Many people doMy husband's friend came over the house for BBQ yesterday, first time we've seen him since learning the brain tumors were cancerous. He just started radiation/chemo so the side effects haven't set in just yet, and he takes anti-seizure meds as a preventative measure; still not allowed to drive or ride a bike or anything fun/independent.
He's also doing immunotherapy, which sounds new but promising. He's still himself, just less animated/more tired. Quiet but alert. We are bracing ourselves though, knowing what's ahead.