Good evening,
Well it is here Downunder anyway. I hail from Melbourne, Australia home of the Friendly Olympics (1956) and I'm due to start radiotherapy in about 2 weeks. I'm a 44 year old who is in good general health, and has never smoked. Although I tend to drink a few more beers than I should at times.
My SCC started off being what my ENT specialist thought was an innocuous lump on my left tonsil, which was removed mid-December 2006. As usual, everything shut down over Christmas, and his rooms opened up again January 2, and he rang me to say he was surprised but the biopsy showed it was a small tumour, but don't worry, we got it all.
I wasn't surprised at all by this, as my throat was still very sore 3 weeks after the minor surgery, so he sent me for a raft of tests, CT scans, X-rays, ultrasounds and finally an aspiration of some cells from the lymph glands in my neck. On return to him on January 12, he had a look and decided the left tonsil had to go as it was still big and angry. It came off on January 29, and he told me the next morning it was tough to remove, when they usually come off pretty easily. That biopsy showed more cancer in the tonsil, as I expected, and I had my PET scan on Wednesday night.
I have a lot of support around me, and I know I will get through this. My wife has been very strong, only having one bad day at work when her emotions got the better of her, but that is understandable. She works full time and we have 2 boys aged 5 and 3, and the one thing that does concern me is that if this gets the better of me, she is going to have to raise the boys in a single parent family, which to me is not the ideal situation. Even though every third family in Australia seems to be a single parent family, I think that a stable 2 parent home is the best start you can give to children.
Now before I go any further, I am well aware that I am shooting my mouth off before I have started treatment, but the most important thing in fighting this is to be positive. To me, that is not just how to fight this, it is how to live life. If you start thinking negatively, your chances are shot almost immediately. How are you going to beat the alien invading your body if you don't believe you can? Give him the scent of doubt, and you give him a foot hold.
I am a person of faith. Not in the conventional sense, because although I know that God is there, I believe that he is our creator, not our controller, and he lets fate run its course without intervening. But I have faith in myself. I believe that I inform myself enough to make the right decisions and the right choices most of the time. Which is the best you can expect, because we are not perfect and all make mistakes. And I believe in my resoluteness to dig my heels in and fight this mongrel with all the strength and ammunition I have. I owe it to my wife and 2 boys to not take a backward step,
Dave