Yesterday I started my 11th cancer treatment and what a day it turned out to be. Everyone was there because of the holiday all the Monday patients as well as the Tuesday patients. I looked for my old friend from when I was on Mondays, but I didn't see the Perry's. Hopefully that was a good sign. SB was there, Vicky and I met some more really nice people.
It will be very difficult for you to live a live of purpose and impact if you cannot answer this question. The truth is there are many things and people that may be impacting your life and not necessarily in a good way. In fact, you may already be impacting others. The question you need to answer, "Is it in a good, meaningful way or not"? I know for me I can tell when I have been around negative people for a few hours. Usually I leave in a negative mindset. This is not good, healthy or productive. You need to cut negative people from your life or at the very least minimize your exposure to them.
It's odd when you start some form of medical treatment and the first one is so bad you begin to believe there is no way you can do this "X" number of more times. This was definitely me after my first cancer treatment. Then the closer you get to the end you start thinking, "These last three can't get here soon enough." This is also me. As I prepared for treatment number ten of twelve, I never expected I would be challenged to a fight by a monkey.
If you had one wish what would you wish for has always been a fun question to ponder. Some of the most common answers are:
I recently felt led to give a $100 to a specific ministry. What happened next, blew me away. I want to add an immediate disclaimer that this post is not in support of the prosperity gospel. We hear phrases like, "Name it and claim it", "God wants you to be rich", "Sow a $1000 seed, reap a $10,000 harvest", and the misused catch phrases go on and on with prosperity gospel and the charlatans that preach this fake gospel.
For seven treatments I have been praying that God would put me in the treatment room with someone that enjoys talking as much as I do. This prayer only intensified when the cancer center went on full lock down because of the Coronavirus. After sitting across from some of the best snorers and non talkers in the world, God finally answered my prayers.
After winning rounds four, five and six treatment seven came back with a vengeance. I will admit I was having Job like moments the entire day. My treatments have been every other Monday for the first six, but God had different plans this time.
Let me start with the Saturday before my scheduled treatment on Monday the 30th of March. I woke up with pain in both of my feet. The left one was minimal, but the right one was hurting bad. I knew I was having a gout flare up, so I called the doctor and was advised to try to make it to Monday.
Knowing I almost won my first round during Round 3, I decided it was time to fight smarter. I thought about things I could do differently to finally leave the cancer center without having a treatment stopped again.
I realized walking around might not be the best thing to do, so I promised the nurses I would only get up to use the restroom. I figured this would be the smart thing to do.
I want to pause for a moment to share how God really is in the smallest of details in our lives before I get into Round 3 - Knocked Down Again.
As I stepped back into the ring for Round 2 I knew I needed a different strategy. I decided to ask if they would slow the infusion down to two and a half hours, they agreed. I was determined to not be knocked out this time either, I didn't want to be a living zombie again. As I sat in the chair I noticed something refreshing.
When I stepped into the ring for the first time to fight cancer I was extremely nervous. I wanted to be as confident as a young Mike Tyson when he stepped into the ring or as I envisioned a follower of Christ can be, but I am not going to lie, I was truly nervous. As I looked around the waiting room it became apparent how many people have been impacted by cancer.
When I finally met with my oncologist Dr. Beck, his recommendation was to get 12 treatments over a six month period. I have to admit, I wasn't excited by this number, but I was excited at the "Fully Cured" prognosis at the end of it. Then he went into the potential side-effects.
I know what you are thinking. Everything sounds good, why is Randy acting like President Trump and screaming, "Fake News"? Well, as it turns out once they were able to dissect the part of the colon and lymph nodes my surgeon removed they discovered something shocking.
November 26, 2019 was the first time I have ever been under the knife so to speak. I will admit two things surprised me on this day. First, how nervous I became as I started being prepped. I was as cool as a cucumber at first, but the coolness quickly left. Oh I never doubted God, but I sure wished He had me at Disney World or at a Chinese buffet instead of the operating room. The second thing to surprise me was all the people that came to see me before the surgery.
After spending the day on the mountain some of the dates have become harder to remember, but it seems like I waited for an eternity to have my imaging appointment scheduled. To be fair it probably was a combination of taking a while, plus my anxiousness to get the results. Then before I knew it, I was doing a 24-hour prep to get ready for the imaging. Sadly the prep was almost as bad as preparing for the endoscopy/colonoscopy.
Follower, Father, Entrepreneur and Cancer Survivor Impacted by the Grace of God Through Jesus Christ. Seeking to Live a Life of Impact.