….And finally…..Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!!!!!!
….And finally…..Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!!!!!!
After allowing a few days to let the events of last week sink in, I find myself at peace in so many ways. Although I was very nervous about addressing the J&J team, the speech itself was extremely well received. I was grateful that they appreciated my humor and I was able to keep my emotions under control, for the most part. I can talk about my plight and the disease in casual conversation with ease. For this event I had prepared a dozen Power Point slides and 14 pages of speaker notes. I did this on purpose to keep my myself on point, as I tend to wonder in conversation, especially after being on Lupron for six years. I had a number of points that I really wanted to share and the notes were there to keep me on track.
After I concluded my presentation, I was approached by one particular woman that was so emotional she had written her comments on the back of her business card. We ended up talking and I learned that her father had recently passed from advanced PCA. She described it as him just giving up. The conversation was both touching and crushing.
Many of the attendees followed up with personal emails and comments here on my blog. One email in particular says so much:
Power of the mind, empowering the body with the support of loved ones to fight cancer is so much more powerful than people realize and you brought those ideals to so many people including myself. You changed the way I think and live my life – Thank you David! You are an inspiration now to so many.
I think I have found a calling. If not a calling, certainly my passion. Promoting my journey,and the fight that so many men are going through, is what I am meant to do. If it helps the life of even just one man, it is all very well worth it!
Saturday night, in the midst of the annual dinner/auction at our church, I received recognizition for supporting the auction committee and for the accomplishments of FLHW.
This came as a complete and total surprise to me. As our Church Administrator, FLHW Board member and dear friend read those gracious and kind words, I was numb. It was the exact opposite of how I felt last week in Philadelphia. Thank goodness I wasn’t asked to speak, this was different. This was a room filled with family and friends, and I would have wept like a toddler. Chris, Rob, Beth and whoever else was involved, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Later on in the evening a fellow parishioner approached me to both congratulate me and offer a vey generous donation to FLHW. Wow, pile on my weaken emotional state! Once again, I have to say I am amazed by the kindness of people.
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Tomorrow is my next bi-weekly trip to Atlanta. I’m still feeling good and though my numbers were up after the first month of Abiraterone, I am confident in the doctor’s prediction that it can take several months for the drug to take effect.
Below is an excerpt of my introduction to my message about living with advanced prostate cancer.
I attempted to lighten the subject with a bit of humor.It seemed to be well received. My hope is that my audience left with a broader perspective of what we, the men with advanced PCa, go through as we battle this horrible disease.
This morning I’m sitting in the waiting room at the cancer center and it came upon me that I must have been here at least 100 times. Not at this particular facility, but over the past six years, I have sat in medical facility waiting rooms well over 100 times.
This observation came to me as I looked around and noticed the others, waiting themselves. Those with bandanas are obviously grizzled veterans like myself. Then I witness the groups of families. Maybe mom, dad and one of their older children. They pick up and read the pamphlets and tend to be a bit more talkative than those who’ve been here before.
Each of us in this waiting room are not only in a different stage of the journey, but we travel the road that is the journey differently. Just this morning I was reading yet another story about the link between red meat and cancer. As I observe fellow patients, I am certain many of them skipped over the pamphlet that promotes the important link between nutrition and cancer. My remark is not intended to be snide or disrespectful, I just find it difficult to imagine myself, in this battle, still eating and behaving as I did before cancer.
A good, snappy analogy eludes me this morning. I know I’ve spoke of this in previous posts, but it really gets to me. I just want to sit next to people and try to get through to them and try to convince them that it is in their best interest to follow a low fat diet.We have so little in our control, diet is one thing we can try to do to help ourselves.
I pray that they eventually realize how important diet can be in fighting cancer. I know most won’t change, and some simply just don’t want to.
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In closing I should report that my Doc in Atlanta diagnosed my back as a muscle pull. It inially started a few days after I played disc golf (after a two month lay off). I followed that up by continuing working out each morning. Sometimes I can be a little stubborn. After not working out for almost a week and being extra careful, I’m happy to report I’m 48 hours without Advil and last night I slept better and without a heating pad for the first time in over a week. Thankfully, problem solved.
To someone who needs it:
When I see you like this,
I hurt so deep down inside.
It only gets worse,
when I consider that,
there is nothing I can do.
I can only hang out on the fringe,
witnessing your pain,
handcuffed to the reality
that is life.
This world is cruel,
and so are her inhabitants,
Gods creatures,
believers and hypocrits
all wrapped up in one being.