How Fear of Getting Old Made Me a Better Person - Volume 2



I am in fear of this getting old stuff. You know what I mean? You got it. This is the Grim Reaper. Well let me tell you, this smoking thing I do, 2 packs a day for 35 years, we really kicking in the butt now.

The funny thing, when I was a kid and it was a nightmare at night I would wake up and realize that this is just a dream, a nightmare. Holy smoke, Good Golly Miss Molly, I dream of now is for real. I actually am getting older, fighting physical weakness, and one day I will umrijeti.Zastrašujući part is, it's not a dream. There is no man. This is for real. What happens now is my life!

Grim Reaper is a Jerk

You know what I really say Grim Reaper? "Go jump in a lake, and a jerk and tell her mother who put )#%??," hear that you get my drift? You can see how I was pissed off and angry when I access the external futility of serious illness. I think the feeling was total helplessness. You just give the situation and let it happen.

I am referring to my most difficult battle with colon cancer a few years ago. I was treated with surgery, radiation and chemo. Oh yeah, all that good stuff. Guess what? Radiation and chemo sent me to the hospital for 21 days. I managed to catch pneumonia also. Yes, they thought I was a goner. I was on a 24 hour journey nausea, vomiting and proljev.Dokumenti told my son I was less than 100% chance of coming out alive.

Mohammad Ali

blow that almost knocked me, hey Mohammad But you're still my hero, was when the doc came in my room and told me: "You are going to be like this for the rest of your life. That is why I would never do anything to my parents, if they get cancer. it's just not worth ."

You betcha. I wanted to kill him. However, I could hardly lift his head up from the pillow. So I just kept on what I've been very good at doing. You guessed it ... heading for a "bucket ."

I survived

In any case, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, I survived the trip. Very good, actually. I was most pleased with the day of my departure from the hospital when the doc is the man came to me with his pretty nurse assistant and said: "You are a true hard core type ."

I think I was referring to the fact that I took a big fine, but I did not wimp out. Really? How could I wimp out? I am particularly mean and nasty when I'm down for the count, and my back against the wall. If you get my drift. In addition, I am a former spring crops, green mean machine.

carotid artery blockage

I know before released from the hospital and shook the experience with my primary care doc and tells me he thinks I'm blocked carotid arteries. Can you believe it. Talk about wanting to kill the messenger! After an ultra sound test, I was told that I really had 90% blockage.

I bit my tongue, and feet, Mr. Fear in the butt and I got top notch vascular surgeon. Shortly thereafter, the operation is performed. Now I'm good to go in that department. Hey, do not go yet. It gets better!

abdominal aortic aneurysm

about three years failed, and then I was diagnosed with a 5.0cm abdominal aortic aneurysm. This brings me to a couple of weeks. I have been living with the knowledge of this growing aneurysm in 5 years, which was discovered when my cancer.

Luckily for me, there is a new procedure for performing this operation. They no longer have to open up your stomach, which is 7-10 days in the hospital. Now, they go into an artery in the groin and into the stomach. I was in hospital for three days. I'm almost as good as new.

Here Melodrama

I've never been concerned about the abdominal procedure. My vascular surgeon is the right profesionalac.Isto doc that my karotidne.Posebno care, which is driving me nuts, refers to the test results that confirmed my 5.0cm aneurizme.Krtica or the cyst appears on my liver. My immediate thought was, it could be a return of cancer? You hear about this thing all the time.

I've already made ​​my mind that I will not go through radiation, surgery and chemo again. No way! Grim Reaper here I come. Watch these suckers. Give me a carton of Lucky strikes and a fifth of Irish whiskey. Better do it quick before I'm too sick to enjoy!

I was so scared that I almost decided that I would not even get a test to see whether the liver cancer. In any case, I was supposed to leave the hospital the next dan.Noćna sister has informed me that it would not be eating dinner in a few hours because my primary care doc ordered me to get a cat scan of my liver.

Fear of cancer

Needless to say, my blood pressure shot through the roof. I discussed my main man tell a doctor to cease and desist with the cat scan. Reason and logic wins. I realized that if I have cancer, it would be a good idea to know, even if I intended not to do anything about it. You know, let nature take its time. I fought once but not again.

around 20:30 attendant radiation came into my room to me for my trip to Mr cats can. All hell is breaking loose in his room. The new night nurse was on the phone trying to get my documents to get a prescription for more medication blood pressure. Mina is going through the sky. After cancer underwent routine before, I was looking forward to another match.

radiation Dolly on my belly

Holy smoke, that I was wheeled down the aisle to the radiation department. Before I know it, I am laying flat on my stomach on the patient table and it looks good nurse is running this little gadget cold around my belly.

Ten minutes latter we have done, and I was sitting in his wheelchair waiting for the attendant to take me back up to my room. I asked Ms. Pretty when you will know the "results" test? She said, "the radiologist will read it immediately. He will then inform your doctor about the results." Gee whiz, I thought, it's not always going to end?

... Zip Zip, Bing, bang, I'm back in my room. My head is crazy night sister popping down the mouth of a new blood pressure pill. She said, "Relax, man, the test came back negative. You are right, there is no cancer." I told her that I could kiss you.

End of story

Thank you one and all for indulging me. I needed to get this off my chest. I was in hospital for a week and I feel great. I've already started working again. Yes, I'm a freak. Six days a week ... weights, running, biking and swimming. I've cut no slack.

In fact, I believe that my energies and recover strength comes from the fact that I am, believe it or not, in great shape for the "guy is getting old." Hey, you know what? We can not take any of these things too seriously, because none of us will get out of it alive.

PS

I really did not Tough Guy. I believe that fear of getting old me a better person. I love life and people. I thank the maker for letting me live and be free of pain. Just this morning I was doing my swimming laps, and I marveled at the joy of swimming ... to me his hands and cut through the water and the way my body floats and swivels through the water. Living on the edge of a mind blowing experience.

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