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credible response of a wise old soul

My friend Roland, by your experience and your strength,

you've always been a beacon
your pain makes me want to live


The Big Brain - Roland Beil

This sentence was the key to my decision ... So this morning at the hospital for a first contact this year with Dr. Florescu, for treatment research at the Jewish GH. Going there, I knew very well what would be my answer. Once it is made, it's easy and unconditional. When the doctor asked me if I left, I said firmly and clearly yes, here we go!. She said encored several times (because there are people who withdraw once everything is committed).


But this is not yet a final decision, the signing of the contract, since it is conditional for exams I have to do again, heart, abdomen, chest and brain. These tests will be done within two weeks and I see the doctor on February 17, which is pretty fast. I'm pretty excited.
So here, there are still a few steps, but we took the right direction (especially me). There is of course no guarantee that all this success, but if I could have a small extension, or more, I would not say no ...


well here's news of the day, nothing too spectacular, but a new opening more interesting than to languish in palliative care. Now I am really motivated and things seem to appear rather bien.Après clinical examination, Dr. Florescu found me "Top Shape" are his words.

Because I also could readily say "no, the chemo, I do not want it" and let nature take its course. But incredibly, the psychological effect of illness on tonight, I feel less sick yesterday.

A huge thank you to Roland, who knows how to do something impossible.

Dear Denis, what great typo, it's too honorable and too important, too responsibility. But I take and I'm happy because I have a chance to see you again when the weather will be better. I still said it was not likely to happen to me, to my knowledge there is no treatment that heals the damage that my carcass undergoes. There well here and there a few experiments miéline grafts, or computer equipment, but it's certainly not me who could benefit: too old, and reaches for far too long. I do not even entitled to a cure yet what I would do the most good-young and only recently have uneven access. For me, démerden Sie sich. To suffer less and be able to deliver me, even as there are 2 or 3 years ago at a training day for several hours, should I increase the dose of Moscontin which is the same for 16 ans.Seulement's the dilemma What I take at this time is already limited at the torpor, the general slowdown that makes me move like these marsupials (called "lazy" I think) style slow-motion, and the head is a bit slow too. A real puzzle. There I too badly, and there are few days when I can motivate myself to move, just because I did not want to shit. But if I increase the morphine, it is the stupidity that is watching me. Waiting for the spring.

Roland

The Big Brain - Roland Beil

Black Stools And Blueberries

sister, surviving a difficult fight for four years

Remove from denial to get out alive until the end.

How are you today? Surely few months that I ride on your wonderful site, a haven of peace accomplice of my internal wars, thank you. Today, I drives me a fresh energy and draws map of my journey with my lung cancer.

In autumn 2006, I received the visit of NSCLC, embarrassed at first, a small, concealed his small nodule stage III with metastases to the mediastinum. December 22, was removed and the lobe reaches its neighboring nodes. Still under the shock of diagnosis, confused, I started chemo (Cisplatin and Vinorelbine) called aggressive (the word is sweet) whose effects led to discontinuation of treatment because of high toxicity. I felt guilty! Was it a failure? And it is the remission. Six months later, I covered them in good shape and went back on the job market, both by necessity and passion for the business, which relies on the passing of time leaving once again in their boxes, notebooks, pens and brushes, stifled my dreams! In February 2009, at the edge of my 57 years that cancer is waking up, like a volcano splashing its embers both my lungs and mediastinum, stage IV. I wanted treatment in January 2010 when I finally recognized that the disease was real and that a refusal of treatment meant for me to abandon the fight of my life, suicide spiritual. Palliative chemotherapy (carboplatin and gemcitabine). After five months of treatment rather painful déjà vu, the disease sleep better return in force for less than two months later. I'm worried, but I continue. I'm on my second palliative chemotherapy (Taxotere), an attempt to slow the progression of the disease, I am trying to rekindle my creativity. Click! I feel such joy, yes, I feel alive again. Thank you, Denis. I'm sending all my good feelings.

is what I wrote last October. Since then, a transition to scan showed new metastases and lung damage. A final meeting with my oncologist and my nurse to the pivot point, confirm the decision of Taxotere become ineffective and announce the end of treatment in any form whatsoever. No more chemo, I proceeded to the stage of palliative care. Three to six months the doctor said. Now, we manage the pain, food and everything that will help me live better with cancer at home. My optimism turned into a stupor. I knew I was heading toward some kind of purpose. I had seen any new symptoms, dabbled new bumps and felt the pain intensify. The facts do not lie. Yet speak Is there no unexplained healings? the power of self-healing? My hopes seem endless, but my faith is weak against the unknown that is death. Life goes on and death does mark the end, probably ...

It is a matter of time. I am a master at breaking actions. I excel in all kinds and the delay in putting off until tomorrow. And today, the time I press more than ever. I compose with time as the child who does not sleep at night. I feel the urgency to act and turning around like a top. The present moment. The sacred moment remains the only way to face this tough opponent is time.

The days are long. The days go so fast. I hang. I hang all that easy to me out of time to get comfortable ... passenger, a forgotten reality. And I landed painfully, alone and lost. So I cling to the present moment, I practice detachment and compassion, I adapt and I feel better. I enjoy this new phase of my life, free treatment. Freed also the feeling of having been abandoned after four years of monitoring in oncology. The cancer was just one stage to live. Now, I open myself to the warm welcome of the team of palliative home care and support of my precious son, my little sister and my friends. I learn to receive love and generosity of my relatives.

SC

To be continued ...

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My doubts on my back .. oncology

Meet Dr. F., who treated me so well for over three years was a goal dating back to late 2009. At times throughout this year, I thought that I never go there. "

Yet it happened: What a pleasure! I foresaw our meeting in an office rather than in the corridors. (But that's for the next meeting). Returning, at home after our impromptu meeting, I was all fire and flame, compared to the possibility of another treatment (protocol research), perhaps an extension of life. So I expressed on my blog so colorful, a little exuberant.

I realized that the stakes were quite specific, issues of life and death, the fundamental issues and it is important not to close the debate from a side or another to make an informed decision. It is open to anything that can think, he should talk about and we must allow time and space to think about all that. There is nobody who can make the decision for me and assume that decision. We would like to make a decision without too have consequences.

Today, a few days later, the state of my thinking seems more mixed, tempered, and I'm in a period of blur.

for treatment, it will take at least one scanner, examinations, that is to say abandon the choice I made not to see the progress of my illness to avoid disappointment and anguish.

These treatments, it is a comfort zone that I am asked to leave.

I could see this as a new research project, I have little right now, but a risky project. Is this the kind of project that I like?

The result will he live up to my expectations, not only will I lose my capacity present life, pain control, continue home care?
avoid complications that may endanger myself.

Have proper medical supervision, to flee the effort and stress. Will I be affected by a scanner that I decided to do more? Currently I do not know anything and I live very well with. If I'm told you can not do the treatment, is it not likely to plunge me into despair?

The wisest course is to wait until the 25th, listen to the proposal, think again, tread carefully, always keep a space for reflection, the right to stop if I feel it does not suit me in my feelings .. If this adventure, I lose my ability to create, learn, write, then nature is likely to make his work faster.

Embarking on a new adventure, complex and challenging for the 5th time, whereas my current quality of life brings me a perfectly acceptable, brings questions, which are currently unanswered.

"The best is the enemy of good, "I always said the old Eric.