Postby BrownBagger » Thu Aug 18, 2016 12:38 pm
One of the weird things about chemo is that you meet people and develop a friendship, and then you never see them again. This always leaves me wondering what happened to them. Sometimes it's easy to guess, as in the case of my friend, Pete Sweeney. He was clearly near the end of his journey, but we had some acquaintances and experiences in common, so we had some nice chats. He was a soldier in Iraq and at one point, came into contact with some chemicals known to cause liver cancer. The problem is that he never developed the symptoms, so he was never examined or treated until it was too late. It spread to his colon, and he was pretty much out of treatment options. The other day I Googled his name and found his obit from early April. I was not surprised, but saddened. I feel bad for his wife and young son. RIP my friend, Pete. Many, many friends have gone before him. Why I'm still here, I have no idea.
One of my theories is that this is all an elaborate dream. You don't kill yourself in your own dream, or at least I don't. Proof that it really is a crazy dream came to me this morning on my way into work. Clearly, this year's presidential campaign cannot really be happening. Therefore, it must be a figment of my fertile imagination.
Eric, 58
Dx: 3/09, Stage 4 RC
Recurrences: (ongoing, lung, bronchial cavity, ribs)
Major Ops: 6/ RFA: 3 /bronchoscopies: 8
Pelvic radiation: 5 wks. Bronchial radiation—brachytheray: 3 treatments
Chemo Rounds (career):136
Current Chemo Cocktail: Xeloda & Erbitux & Irinotecan biweekly
Current Cocktail; On the Wagon (mostly)
Bicycle miles post-dx 10,477
Motto: Live your life like it's going to be a long one, because it just might, and then you'll be glad you did.