I didn't have a good night's rest and my dream was very uneasy and I remember crying my eyes out. When I woke up it felt so reaI I just broke down and cried sitting on the edge of my bed. Memories from my journey hit me in that moment and I couldn't stop crying from the thoughts of what I went through last year and the year before when my fight all first began.
This morning is really rough because today is the day I have my port removed. Over a year ago a week after being diagnosed with lymphoma. I had a port placed on the right side of my chest and it got infected so they had to remove it. Then two weeks later I had another surgery to have the second port placed on the left side of my chest. It's been over a year since that day and now I feel so blessed to have this day come to have it removed from me FOREVER. (Tears of joy)
I am really in complete remission and it feels so good. I thank God for my restored health and my family and friends for being my support system through my entire journey. It was a journey filled with highs and lows but I kept fighting that DEVIL and I won my battle.
Oh Lord you heard my cry and you healed me. (Crying)
People just don't know what it feels like to have gone through this if they haven't been through it physically. It can tear you up if you don't trust in God to see you through. I kept my smile and kept an amazing spirit to win my battle.
It hurt me and I asked why me but quickly I said to myself "Why not me?" We all have our life challenges but we have to have a Dzire2Survive and get through our storms.
I want to help others get through their battle at this time because I am a witness to it and I want them to survive as well.
(Grammar and punctuation may be off but I do hope you understand this moment)
Do we really know what strength is and if so what is strength to you?
Strength to me is the definition of an individual who is strong enough to do what their human ability will allow them to. I recognized my true strength when I was strong enough to beat cancer. I only thought the worse when I got the news that I was sick but after knowing that God wouldn't give me more than I could physically handle. I became stronger then I could ever imagine I would be to fight and overcome my battle with stage 4 cancer.
Sometimes we don't truly know our strength until one day we are faced with a battle that we must fight to win.
It's as if lymphoma doesn't get it. Why won't it just go away and stay away? We keep fighting but it keeps coming back into our lives. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. How much more do I have to fight to keep this crap gone forever? I'm a boxer that keeps in great shape and workout on a daily when I have enough strength and I have an outstanding health and fitness lifestyle but yet cancer comes and invades in my life. I guess I’ll just do what I do every day...FIGHT and I won't stop until it's gone forever.
This blog is dedicated to two amazing individuals who continue to battle lymphoma today. Just when they thought it was over lymphoma came back again. He is a boxer and she's into health and fitness but no matter how hard they work to stay on the right track with their health. Cancer still finds a place in they're lives.
Keep them in your prayers and please continue to help me raise Lymphoma Awareness.
"Together we can save another life..."
This is my monthly routine. A visit with my doctor and a blood check. Many cancer survivors like myself take these same steps in order to stay in good health. I tell you every time I step foot into this center I feel sick on the stomach because the memories will forever be with me. But I am truly blessed and thankful for my life. I had a #Dzire2Survive and by continuing my monthly check ups I will continue to be a SURVIVOR.
It’s amazing how time flies by but you never forget your past. See there's a story behind my scars that keeps me thankful each and every day for my life. This time last year I only had my right scar but something scary happen during my stay in the hospital and at that time my doctor decided to perform an emergency surgery to remove my port then replacing another port on the left side of my chest just a few weeks later as I was still in the healing process from the removal of the first port. Until I was completely healed they placed a picc line in my right arm to receive chemo and other treatments but then a few days later something REALLY scary happen that could have claimed my life so they removed the picc line as well.
(A port is a small medical appliance that is installed beneath the skin. A catheter connects the port to a vein. Under the skin, the port has a septum through which drugs can be injected and blood samples can be drawn many times, usually with less discomfort for the patient than a more typical "needle stick”. The port is usually inserted in the upper chest, just below the clavicle or collar bone.)
Three port surgeries and a picc line procedure all while I was wide awake on a surgery table blinded by a bright light. Can you imagine that?
I always think about how many people I may come into contact with each day at least 2 or 3 times a day that may have the same scar(s) because we never know an individual’s story just by seeing them walk by. We all have a testimony or two that could help someone else in need. It's important to help someone that's facing the same challenges you may have faced in your past. I didn't know anything about blood cancer until I went through my battle, but at this time in my life I am able to help someone else fight and kick blood cancer's butt to continue to live.
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“I would say the biggest thing about my father is that he was a genuine living hero, as distinct from a role model,” he said in 1993. “A hero in the sense that he dedicated his life to certain principles, to certain values, without fear of the consequences.”
Paul was a great man who wore many hats that kept alive a legacy that stood for social and racial equality. His legacy like his dads will continue in his memory.
Brother Paul Robeson, Jr., son of the world famous Paul Robeson, Sr., has died of lymphoma at the age of 86 on April 26, 2014.
Lymphoma Awareness is important and we must continue to raise awareness. We can make a difference and help find a cure and better treatments for this deadly disease. #PaulRobeson #Lymphoma #CancerAwareness #Dzire2Survive
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