Women need to empower themselves, take control of the situation and understand there are many different treatment options. I encourage women to talk to breast cancer survivors, research online and push their physicians. I want women to own the treatment decision.
When someone you love is sick, it's like you're sick. My family suffered through my illness perhaps worse than I did. Now that I know this -- I realize that I have a responsibility primarily to my patient but also to their family. Because in the end, everyone suffers together.
There's no greater love than what a parent feels for their child. When that involves a young adult being diagnosed with cancer -- stage four -- in her 30s, mom will do anything it takes to bring a smile to their face, even if it means embarrassing herself!
The bottom line: The out-of-pocket cost to the insurance company will be more than $65,000, and that doesn't include any of the follow-up visits to other members of Team Stan. That's the financial impact on the insurance company. What about me? Let's start with The Process-caused savings.
My family had given me so much, and I didn't want to leave them without giving them something in return. But the only thing of real value I could give away were the emotions I felt for the people who would read my letter after I was gone. I would leave them with a message of undying love.
I've been preparing myself for battle since I was a 5th grader fighting it out on the basketball court. I've been slowly building my armor from the day I was born. And although I might still be young in your eyes, I can guarantee you a war in which I will be victorious.
As a young adult cancer survivor, I will never stop worrying about dying before I've lived long enough to leave my mark, to positively affect the world, and do whatever other things my mother would no doubt disapprove of.
My desire to eat has been so strongly tempered by losing my sense of taste that I have no desire to use the license I've just been granted. The food I otherwise would have looked at longingly as a guilty pleasure is simply no longer appetizing or appealing in any way.
My life lately has been that bottle, with each bubble of carbonation representing something in my life that I let fester, but would better serve me out than in. On September 10th, 2013, at age 30, I was diagnosed with Stage IV gastric cancer.
I vowed to The Beautiful and Talented Wife when we were married that I would be there for her through sickness and health, and after seven very healthy years the sickness part was now presenting itself.