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It all started with a tumor thing on the end of my finger. I did a post on it in November and asked advice. I ignored that advice, like most men do, until Brenda got a good look at it and decided it was a tumor thingy.  BYW, this post is being written under the influence of Hydro/Oxy something or other...

Tuesday night during the "State of the Union" address, President Obama pushed for researchers to find a cure for Cancer.  Since 2005, I've had and have cancer.  I have a form of Lymphoma that is incurable. I've fought it without chemotherapy even though I was told I would be dead within a year without chemotherapy...

  Brenda and I were talking about how she had never seen "Miracle on 34th Street."  We're talking the original with Maureen O'Hara, Natalie Wood, John Payne, made in 1947.  For some reason Brenda thought she was watching it one time, but turned it off when the little boy got a spanking with a switch to start the movie. It was a little too close to her childhood.  But it wasn't "Mira

Desiray, wrote on Facebook asking where she could see the rest of my story about "My Life With Cancer."  I've been writing my story about the last 11 years in small chapters, so you can check in each day.  I thought about putting all the chapters on at once, but decided not to overwhelm you with too much.

When doctors want something they are relentless, especially when it comes to money and insurance.  OK, maybe not the doctors themselves so much as the administration of the hospital. My refusing Chemo was costing the hospital anywhere from twenty to one hundred thousand dollars; it's big business.  So I know my doctor was getting called on the carpet as to why I wasn't following his suggestions. R

The protocol for treating Lymphoma is Chemo, stem cell transplants, radiation and of course surgery.  So I knew they would be pushing the other three since I'd already gone through the Surgery part.  Since I had gone through the various scans, they knew exactly where the tumors were, there was no mistaking it.

I'll continue with my story later today, but for now I have to follow my heart.

I was in Ryan's (Dr. Cole) office when we found out the results of the test from the Pentagon....Nope not it.  I was deflated.  I had 5 tumors and they weren't an infection. In the immortal words of Captain Jack Sparrow,  AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG...

As the spring turned into summer we started on a journey to find out what I actually had.  Ryan started looking into every different kind of infection that would cause the bumps, we looked at things, common and some uncommon.

After the operations I was in kind of a limbo state waiting for results.  I remember Dr. Burr saying to his blushing assistant, "send those to Cole."  Little did I know Dr. Cole would become an important part of my life and a buddy.  This is also where my story takes an unusual twist...