Cancer Stories

Stage 4 Cancer Diagnosis

September 10th, 2006

I found out that getting cancer is becoming very, very common. Must be the water we drink, pour in pot for soup, etc. Or the air we breathe even. My first instinct, after I was diagnosed, was to check on my anti-depressant Celexa, I upped them from 20 to 40 mg. I’m still not sure if that did the trick. But I sure wasnt depressed. My doc told me I got a minimum of 5 years. He stressed “minimum”. Hmmm, I thought. Since I’m into ghosts and spirits (but am pissed that I dont ever get to “see” one), I got my best friend, Duane, to promise to shout out loud at my death bed: “DO NOT go to the light!!”. I think that’s the turning point. Once you reach out to “That Light”, you’ve crossed over and bye bye. I arranged with other good friends, that their red pens would roll by themselves on their desks. Heh heh, my job: Accounting Manager, I LOVED using my red pen. Seems very authoratitive, to dele or emend a line heh! After that, I calmed down. Cest la vie. I ALMOST wished to die NOW. So that I dont have to wait too long. Then all my golf ball tumors disappeared, after 6 months of chemo. So I was confused. What now, I thought. Start counting from now till 5 years, like what my doc said?? Nahhh I thought, what a waste of time.

I was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer, have finished 6 months of chemo, am going through maintenance IV drips once a week for one year. But I’m antsy. I aint willing to hang around till my 5 year mark is up. Nope!! I must say though, my Celexa (anti-depressant) works TOO well

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