It’s Really an End of Life Schedule
By Victor M AdamusIt’s been my experience, based on emails and testimony from my personal cancer network, that the Chemo Line for affected patients starts with heavy duty poison that either puts a cancer patient in remission (most often after surgery) or puts the patient back on Chemo. We call it the Chemo Line but in reality it’s a survival technique that, eventually, over time, without a cancer cure, the patient slips into an end of life scenario where even Chemo won’t help. Chemo could also be thought of as slowing the progression of crazy cell divisions. Giving the patient more time to live while the poison destroys nerve endings, affects other organs not invaded by the cancer cells, gives the patient a tiredness daily called Chemo Fatigue, and mentally makes every day count.
Most of the success stories are reported from patients whose cancer has not metastasized. But those that have cells which spread to other organs, like liver and lung, are most often on a road to nowhere. Although the end is often unexpected it could be a long time coming. Taking Chemo misleads the cancer patient in that all the sickness and pain a patient goes through fools the patient into thinking there is a reward to it all. In my case, my condition got worse. It was like feeding the spots a ham sandwich. Instead of receding, they doubled in size.
Doris Day |
The days of laughing and being loved by a loved one, as beautiful a feeling as that is, is offset by the fact that life tells me now I am no longer bulletproof. The brightest moments in my life are now dim remembrances as my daily chore is to just survive.
So why do I find humor in all this? Because I have to or I’d go crazy. I sing in the shower to an old Doris Day Song Kay Sera Sera. Only I changed the title:
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
CanSera Sera
I also came up with a little prayer for whatever reason makes me feel better:
Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
With Body Pain that Makes we weepIf I should live another day
Weed is what I want, I pray
Weed, being marijuana, is a chemical that calms cancer patients, brings back their apetites and once I reach a point where heavy meds don’t work, my Oncologist will determine if I can get the smokes legally and if so where. America is a funny place to live when it comes to health care czars not separating Cancer Patients from the herd. Everything is NOT being done for Cancer Patients here in the U.S.
There are biologic remedies, proved in clinical trials across Europe, that would help my type of cancer but won’t be available here in the U.S. until FDA approval expected in June, 2013.
So that’s my Chemo Line. Live long enough for something that might work for me, but too costly to travel to Berlin, Germany to get. I start round three of Chemo in March with little expectations anything they infuse me with will change my condition. I can only hope.
3 comments:
Beautifully stated my friend. Some of us don't realize how sick we were until we get better and some of us don't realize how precious life is and has been until we face the reaper.
With the wisdom oftentimes comes age, although youth has an opportunity to experience it more and more as well.
Weed, as I recall, is a good way to replay the anxieties of not knowing with a shit-eatin grin and the munches but all we can really hope for is that our beliefs are truthful.
It is the way most of us will go and a reality that has me remembering my mother's favorite poem.
I burn my candle at both ends
it may not last the night
but ah my friends
and woe my foes
it give a pretty light.
Victor, Best of luck in March, and yes you can only hope. I have you covered in daily prayers. I don't just say that. It's a fact and will keep you in mind.
That is very kind of you to keep me in your daily prayers. I need all the help I can get. You're a good guy. Keep up with my progress by stopping by the W blog.
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