Note: You can find my cancer diaries here:
1. The Beginning of My Cancer Journey
4. 98% Cancer.
August 21st will be embedded in my brain for the rest of my life. I remember saying to myself, “I have cancer!” Everything felt so out of sync with my reality that I needed to name it and claim it. It’s cancer, and it’s my cancer. Everything now is on hold. My life. My relationships. My profession. My travel. My future. I expected a life free of physical turmoil, where I could expend energy freely and trust that my body would replenish it. But now, the most common form of male cancer is inside my body, fighting to gain control and take over. Worst—it's localized but aggressive.
Since the diagnosis, I have done additional tests to confirm it has not spread to lymph nodes, bones, or chest. But thanks be to God, it’s all clean, which means the cancer is still within the limited scope, which opens up various options for treatment. And at this point I should make a few cautious notes. Everything I say from here on is specific to my journey. Cancer is no respecter of persons. Everyone deals with it differently. For some, quality of life is a far more significant feature depending on age and stage of cancer. For others, getting rid of the cancer immediately is far more expedient.
