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.
I have doctors. Lots of them. I should really say "health care professionals," because not everyone whose is helping me deal with this is an M.D. All of them, however, are what I've decided to call "Team Stan."
I remembered why I went traveling in the first place. To see new things, of course, but also to see what I was made of. So I may move a little more slowly, perhaps with a bit more caution, but off we go. I will not let cancer get my goat.
My most recent CT scan came back with encouraging results. The tumors in my neck have all but disappeared and the primary tumor in my lung has not grown. For now, we can say that my cancer seems to be contained and we are working to manage it so that it does not grow or spread again.
I remember her cool hands on my forehead hot with fever, and bowls of soup when I had a cold. If only a mother's healing powers could soothe away a tumor, and I could see her in the morning with the sunshine on my face.
When I stumble, there are so many virtual hands to catch me. People come together from all parts of my life to shield me, not from sadness or pain, but from ever feeling that I am going through this alone.
Whether you're an introvert or extrovert, or somewhere in between, find a way to share what's happened to you. Your strength will inspire. And you'll find healing when you see that your story helps others.
So in honor of all our sisters and brothers living with known metastatic disease, let us honor their experience while recognizing that theirs is a much bigger club than we have previously acknowledged.
Finding ways to help people coping with cancer to sleep better is an important goal of sleep research and clinical treatment. While short-term use of sleep medication may be useful, it's critical to identify strategies for improving sleep that don't rely on long-term use of sleep medicines.
The very idea makes me want do an about-face and stop the whole thing. But Tarceva is the best bullet I have to prevent my cancer from spreading, so of course I will put on a brave face, keep calm and carry on. I have skin in this game.
On the first day of spring, Harlan and I finally took the little white holiday lights down from the bushes in front of our house. They looked magical when we put them up at Christmas. After we got the cancer diagnosis in January, I couldn't bear to take them down.