I realized today that I never updated my blog with the final results of my battle with cancer. When I walked out of the cancer center on June 11, 2020 my prayer was simple. Let this be the last time I come here as a cancer patient. I plan to go back to visit and to pray with people that battle cancer, once the COVID-19 restrictions have been lifted.
It has been almost two weeks since I last posted an article thanks to neuropathy. It has been one of the toughest side effects to deal with during this journey. It didn't really hit until after my 10th treatment, but when it hit, it hit hard. It looks like it can last up to a year if it is not permanent.
I am not sure why the nurse has been asking me before the last two treatments if we needed to postpone due to the Neuropathy, but yesterday I decided to quote one of the greatest boxers of all time, Apollo Creed. I said, "Ring The Bell. Ding...Ding..." She agreed to process the paperwork to begin my final treatment. My friend SB was sitting beside me nervous about her treatment being canceled due to low numbers and the fact everytime she takes a trip to Auburn they end up canceling her treatments.
I am sitting here the night before Round 12 with many thoughts racing through my mind. It's amazing how Satan knows where to attack us in our weakest moments. Some of these are the same tired tactics he has used since he was removed from the presence of all things holy. My mind is bouncing from things like the following:
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'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.
Follower, Father, Entrepreneur and Cancer Survivor Impacted by the Grace of God Through Jesus Christ. Seeking to Live a Life of Impact.