Well, it's been quite a while since I've been on the forum. Back in August I started developing debilitating back pain that would require me to use Oxycodone and Skelaxin to get through the pain. Although the medication made my body feel pain free, it also left me worthless and unable to function. After much persuasion from my wife and boss, I finally found a family doctor and got an MRI done in September. I feared the worst, fractured vertebrae, herniated disc, etc., or so I thought I had the worst case scenario figured out. About 3 hours after getting my MRI done, the family doctor called me up and asked that my wife and I get in there as soon as possible. When we got there the doctor told us that they have spotted what appeared to be a Lymphoma mass on my L2-L4 vertebrae. My heart sank, and needless to say I felt like I was just punched in the nuts. At 33 I couldn't believe that I was hearing this.
We scheduled the biopsy for the following Tuesday to confirm the MRI's detection. The preliminary result came back to my Oncologist as appearing to be of the Non-Hodgkins variety, but they were waiting confirmation from the Mayo clinic. A couple days later we went back to the Oncologist to get the confirmation results. It turned out that I have what is called B Cell Lymphoblastic Lymphoma/Leukemia, which is an extremely rare and aggressive cancer. I felt like I got blasted in the face with a hammer. She then told my wife and I that treatment was going to be aggressive, 1 week inpatient chemo and 3 weeks at home per cycle for 8 cycles. My oncologist believes that the mass started growing in July and fortunately we caught it before it entered the bone marrow and spinal fluid. At that moment in time, I made the commitment to myself that no matter what it took, I would defy the odds of this rigorous chemo schedule and become an inspiration for others who are going through this. She then told me I would have to have a port put in my chest, and an Ommaya Resevoir put in my head before the treatments started.
I am now about to go into the hospital for my 3rd cycle of treatment, and in all honesty I've only had about 8 rough days so far. I'm maintaining my weight up to this point and have been told I've been inspiring many with my upbeat and positive attitude about it. My mother has quit smoking (she smoked for over 35 years), my family has become closer, my wife and I have been getting along great, and I have taken the time to enjoy life. In a sick, twisted, and kinda fucked up way, cancer may have been one of the best things that could've happened to me. I can honestly say that at no point in time have I thought it would defeat me, as I know I will beat it. I feel blessed that we caught it early on, thankfully due to my wife and boss. Life isn't always pleasant, and is sometimes down right brutal, but it's about rising above the challenges thrown your way and always remembering that even when it seems tough, you probably still have it easier than someone else.
Lastly, if something has been bothering you and you have been putting it off, go get it checked. It could save your life.