It was a Wednesday night, and we were sitting at dinner, just talking and enjoying the company. One of our friends commented on his upcoming surgery for Prostate Cancer and all of the details of the surgery itself and how the healing process would have to take precedent over his life. I thought to myself, Mark, you have never had a prostate check-up and with cancer in your family, this would be an appropriate time to do so. I made the appointment and felt no pangs of worry or fear as I went into the Cleveland Clinic for my procedure. After the initial check up the Doctor ordered more test, a PSA, to be exact. When the levels had jumped from 2.1 to 4.5 he thought a Biopsy would be a step we should take. I knew in my heart and my mind that I had the one thing any person dreads to hear, Cancer. Everyone told me not to think the worst and to wait until all the test were back. I really wasn't thinking the worst, after all I know my body better than anyone. Two days after the Biopsy I received a call from the Doctor himself, saying that I had Cancer. I didn't honestly know what to do. I cried for several hours, for hearing that word from a doctor was something I never thought would happen to me. That was the only denial stage I had, exactly 60 minutes. I knew that I had a fight ahead of me and now as I prepare for that challenge I am surrounding myself with the light, great friends, and the love of God to help me through it. I believe in this world of negativity there has to be a light somewhere and I will take all that I can get. This Blog will show how I handle my personal walk and the love of others that has been so helpful in my RECOVERY. Notice I capitalized all those letters because it will happen.
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