My Life With Cancer, Shaking Off The Pitch (Part 7)
Well dang it was official, I have Cancer and I’m pretty much a doctors worst nightmare. In order to tell the next part of this story we have to go back in time. In 1993, I was a physical nightmare, I was nearly 300lbs, had a cold that turned into an infection that almost killed me and had my first ever surgery with a tumor being removed.
I really thought I was in shape until I was getting fitted for a tux. I had this little Oriental lady doing the measurements, so she wrapped the tape measure around my waist and said (in a really thick accent) “oooohhh, you big boy you got 40 waist.” I looked at her, sucked in my gut and said “no way, I’ve never been bigger than a 34, measure again.” So she did and said “you still big boy, you have 39 and a half inch waist.” That was my A-ha moment.
I started working out, went to seminars on herbs, minerals, vitamins and what they did to the body. I was like someone who had lived like hell and finds religion. I started taking Co Enzyme Q10 along with a vitamins. I wasn’t going to fat and unhealthy anymore. I dropped over 50lbs just by working our and changing my diet in my first year.
Back to 2005, I would say back to the future, but it’s more like back to the past future, face it “Back to the Future” is one of the greatest movies ever. Armed with years of learning I was ready to face my Oncologist (fancy word for Cancer Doctor) and just what I thought he suggests Chemo.
Now I used to be a pitcher and if I didn’t like the call I would shake off a pitch forever. There was one game where the catcher wanted a curve ball and asked for it 11 times before I called him to the mound and told him the batter we were facing ate up curve balls. Sure enough my catcher walked back to the plate and asked for a curve ball, so I served one up that is still in flight. I learned that day no matter what the catcher asks for, shake it off until you get what you want. So suddenly my Oncologist was a catcher and I was shaking off his pitch like mad.
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