It was 5 years ago today, my birthday, that I was told those three little words "You have cancer" Medical personnel proceeded to let me know that I had 6 to 9 months to live with treatment, but that I could die at any moment. Flying on a plane, picking up heavy things, eating, etc, could rip open my colon and I would need to get an ER immediately.
As I was drove around town trying to pick up my medical records, a car tried to pass me on the shoulder and rendered me transportationless. A round robin of friends and strangers got me home, got me a plane ticket, got me packed and carried my luggage onto a plane. Fortunately for me, I have hopefully experienced the worst day, the worst birthday of my life.
I have been NED since 9/04 and stopped all treatments in June of /05. And that is why I always promote getting a second, third, fourth opinion and to get one at a top rated hospital.
They say that a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step, and at first, that step can be so daunting. Now that I am here, I can't believe it went by so quickly.
On another note, every year on my birthday, and it's what I picked up to help me choose a great hospital, US News and World report comes out with their new issue of Best Hosptials. You can look at it online, or support their efforts and pick up an issue at your local book store.
Thanks for being my friends.