Maybe I've just been asleep.
I got a disturbing call today from a good friend. Not like my best friend, but a good friend whom I've known for 10 years. He recently moved to another state with his wife. He's 67 years old, he still works.
A few days ago, he wasn't feeling well, and called 911. Turns out he had a very high fever, and was taken to the emergency room at a major university hospital. They ran tests. They came in after a few days and told him that from all the imaging they did, they know he has cancer in 5 places throughout his body, including his lung, liver and colon. But they don't know what kind of cancer. Tomorrow he is having a colonoscopy which may turn into a sigmoidoscopy because there is a narrowing of the colon, which they think might be a tumor blockage. I assume they plan on biopsying it to determine the type of cancer.
The Dr at the hospital after speaking with him at length, bent over and talked to him in hushed tones so his wife wouldn't hear. His words were "you seem like a straight shooter, so I'm going to be straight with you. You have a lot of cancer in your body and it's spread. We don't know what type yet, but your life is likely not going to be as long as you once thought it would be." Not sure why he would've said that. But maybe it was told to me out of context.
My friend is amazingly calm. He told me that he doesn't even know what it is yet, so he's not going to be flipping out, and worst case scenario, he's not afraid to die.
I'm sick to my stomach. This guy was "healthy" (apparently) a week ago. Everywhere I turn, someone has cancer. I lost a friend from college to breast cancer last month, she was 61. A member of my family has a serious cancer that she is being treated for. I was never sick until 2 years ago, and then I got PC, and 6 months later heart disease.
I was starting to think that I did something wrong for which God hates me (forgive me) . I really thought that a few times. Now I realize it's not that, it's just that me and my friends are just getting old, and it really ****ing sucks. But it can't be stopped.
Tomorrow I'm going for a blood draw for a uPSA retest, which came up measurable at .02 three weeks ago, for the first time since surgery. This new development isn't giving me any comfort. I think at the age of 66, I've finally lost my innocence. I finally realize how it can all come falling down out of nowhere. For any of us.
Sorry, I'm having a bad night and I needed to get it off my chest.
Post Edited (Pratoman) : 2/1/2017 6:12:15 PM (GMT-7)