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My Story
Hey--
I've been reading this thread for some time and I know that things can look pretty dark. I'm not asking for sympathy nor am I trying to preach, but here's my story.
Back in July 2004, my 14-year-old son died in a freak accident. He was my son and also my best friend. I saw him on Sunday and buried him the following Saturday. I cried and cried for months after he died, and I felt so lost. I'm better but still, I'll never be the same as I was.
In January 2005 my mom died suddenly. She had spent the holidays at our house and seemed fine, then in the middle of the night I received a call that she was gone. Another death, and things appeared pretty bleak. After the services, we buried her, about 10 days after I had last seen her at my house. I still remember going through her things, including lots of stuff from my childhood, 40 years before. It was pretty difficult.
In June 2005 I was diagnosed with Stage III embryonal cell carcinoma. I had surgery and was told that I would need 4xBEP. At that time I told myself that both my son and my mom would want me to live, and would want me to fight cancer as hard as I could. So...that's what I did. Anyone who has had 4xBEP can tell you how rough the chemo is. I told myself after the third and fourth rounds that I was trying to live, just for the memory of my departed loved ones and for my wife, who has stood by me through all of this. The chemo appears to have worked, and I feel pretty good now.
My main message is that every day above ground is a good one. I felt so depressed after my son and then my mom died, I didn't want to go on, I didn't want to live. When I was diagnosed, their memories gave me a reason to live, to fight on. Just think about it...your loved ones want you to live, to fight as hard as you can.
Hey--
I've been reading this thread for some time and I know that things can look pretty dark. I'm not asking for sympathy nor am I trying to preach, but here's my story.
Back in July 2004, my 14-year-old son died in a freak accident. He was my son and also my best friend. I saw him on Sunday and buried him the following Saturday. I cried and cried for months after he died, and I felt so lost. I'm better but still, I'll never be the same as I was.
In January 2005 my mom died suddenly. She had spent the holidays at our house and seemed fine, then in the middle of the night I received a call that she was gone. Another death, and things appeared pretty bleak. After the services, we buried her, about 10 days after I had last seen her at my house. I still remember going through her things, including lots of stuff from my childhood, 40 years before. It was pretty difficult.
In June 2005 I was diagnosed with Stage III embryonal cell carcinoma. I had surgery and was told that I would need 4xBEP. At that time I told myself that both my son and my mom would want me to live, and would want me to fight cancer as hard as I could. So...that's what I did. Anyone who has had 4xBEP can tell you how rough the chemo is. I told myself after the third and fourth rounds that I was trying to live, just for the memory of my departed loved ones and for my wife, who has stood by me through all of this. The chemo appears to have worked, and I feel pretty good now.
My main message is that every day above ground is a good one. I felt so depressed after my son and then my mom died, I didn't want to go on, I didn't want to live. When I was diagnosed, their memories gave me a reason to live, to fight on. Just think about it...your loved ones want you to live, to fight as hard as you can.
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