Help Cambo Kick Cancer's Ass
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May 27th
This is a doozy...long and perhaps suited to readers that have run outa data allowance..and maybe waiting for paint to dry....and more importantly those mindful of the preciousness of our lives...and those we love.
I keep my private life private...except for the few of you that are the 'backbone' in my landslide of a life.
You know who you are...and a million times over....thank you...for EVERYTHING.
Really there hasn't been a lot TO tell...guarded heart and what not...but there has been a constant BEAR of a man in my world the last couple of years...Cameron...
and he is beautiful.
He is strong. He is smart. He is resilient. He is kind.
And he is very, very sick.
A few days into April...he was working..and felt a pull in his tummy...he immediately thought a hernia was happening.
But...like many people...he shook it off...work comes first...no time for days off...yada yada.
Few weeks later...he woke up in excruciating pain in his belly button area. And a feeling of fullness in his stomach area.
His skin was the wrong colour..like food poisoning pale. For once...he resigned himself to my bossiness..and I took him to the emergency room.
Xrays...ultra sound...exams...blood tests...ensued.
Possible hernia...and some sort of 'blockage' in the upper bowel area.
Surgeon decides that Cameron will have the hernia repaired in the morning.
Surgeon felt that it was quite a small hernia to be causing so much pain.
Next evening, Cameron is being discharged.
It was mentioned...through somewhat broken English...that whilst repairing hernia...they found a 'lump' in the umbilicus.
Surgeon had seen something like this before...usually the size of a golf ball...so sent it off for biopsy.
The Friday night later...his phone rings. It is the surgeon.
"I need you to come into the clinic. The results of your biospy have come back. Please bring family with you."
Cam says..."Is everything okay?"
The surgeon replied "No. It's not good."
Tuesday we are sitting in the office.. It is May 5th...approximately 1 month from the first moment Cam noticed something wrong.
The Dr turns to Cam and says...
"You have Cancer."
Well...there ya go.
...we had spent the last 3 and a half days mentally preparing for that statement.
But...nothing really prepares you for the harshness of those words...nor the following.
The umbilicus cancer...was secondary cancer.
Meaning somewhere...there was a very sinister PRIMARY cancer of "unknown origin"...and it was very, very angry.
Fast forward 2 weeks. One blood test done to find cancer markers...one CT scan due on May 21st...one follow up appointment with the surgeon on the 26th of May and a colonoscopy and gastropocy scheduled for June 1st.
May 20 Wednesday.
Cam is shaking...laying on the floor. Something is really...really wrong.
Off to the emergency room again.
Ct scans...blood tests...Xrays...numerous hypothesis and finally a gastropocy and partial colonoscopy...on Friday.
Confirmed late stage metastasized Bowel Cancer.
Now...if you've ever had to stop your child from running into a street...narrowly missing an oncoming car....then multiply that feeling 10 times...and that's the energy that went through my body upon hearing those words.
I looked over at Cam's face...the once amber eyes that had been fiery with hope...and defiance...were now the darkest black/brown...and his face was . ..stoic... Stone.
Without going into too many details over the next few days...he suffered. He had hiccups for days...a result of the gastropocy...and fluid in his bowel.
He was unable to eat any food...
He was writhing in pain...
He was exausted...
No food...no fluid...just pain.
He said..."I'm Sorry"...to me...over and over. Because...he feels BAD that HE got cancer.
A cancer that is so silent...that is so sneaky...that everyday stressors and life...can make you overlook the slightest changes in your digestive system.
It is also...very common to have a family history.
Which brings me to one of my points.
Cam found out this last Monday...that his grandmother had died of bowel cancer.
Monday. Today is Wednesday.
This had never been mentioned to him before.
Had he had this knowledge...he would have been switched on...more sensitive...more aware and quite possibly paranoid about any belly problems.
But he didn't know.
The cancer has taken hold. Apparently there is no "cure". He is now finally in the hands of beautiful people at a great hospital.
Chemo maybe...soon...maybe delayed a month...a month is a long time from now.
He will know more tonight.
But...
He has hope for a tomorrow.
So a few things here...
Tomorrow is not promised...so don't waste time with stressing about how others will react to you living YOUR life. Not anyone's business but your own. If you are not maliciously hurting anyone...LIVE.
Get your facts straight...ask your parents everything about EVERYONE in your family. These details may save your life. These details may save the life of your babies and your grand babies...
Don't play like you are tough when you are not...a week...a month...particularly in the world of "cancer"...is a lot of time and more importantly...not enough time.
Don't mess around and half ass promise,
"You'll deal with it tomorrow."
You may not get a tomorrow.
Also...love when you can love. And allow yourself to BE loved.
...you may not have tomorrows...but you do have THIS moment.
This is a doozy...long and perhaps suited to readers that have run outa data allowance..and maybe waiting for paint to dry....and more importantly those mindful of the preciousness of our lives...and those we love.
I keep my private life private...except for the few of you that are the 'backbone' in my landslide of a life.
You know who you are...and a million times over....thank you...for EVERYTHING.
Really there hasn't been a lot TO tell...guarded heart and what not...but there has been a constant BEAR of a man in my world the last couple of years...Cameron...
and he is beautiful.
He is strong. He is smart. He is resilient. He is kind.
And he is very, very sick.
A few days into April...he was working..and felt a pull in his tummy...he immediately thought a hernia was happening.
But...like many people...he shook it off...work comes first...no time for days off...yada yada.
Few weeks later...he woke up in excruciating pain in his belly button area. And a feeling of fullness in his stomach area.
His skin was the wrong colour..like food poisoning pale. For once...he resigned himself to my bossiness..and I took him to the emergency room.
Xrays...ultra sound...exams...blood tests...ensued.
Possible hernia...and some sort of 'blockage' in the upper bowel area.
Surgeon decides that Cameron will have the hernia repaired in the morning.
Surgeon felt that it was quite a small hernia to be causing so much pain.
Next evening, Cameron is being discharged.
It was mentioned...through somewhat broken English...that whilst repairing hernia...they found a 'lump' in the umbilicus.
Surgeon had seen something like this before...usually the size of a golf ball...so sent it off for biopsy.
The Friday night later...his phone rings. It is the surgeon.
"I need you to come into the clinic. The results of your biospy have come back. Please bring family with you."
Cam says..."Is everything okay?"
The surgeon replied "No. It's not good."
Tuesday we are sitting in the office.. It is May 5th...approximately 1 month from the first moment Cam noticed something wrong.
The Dr turns to Cam and says...
"You have Cancer."
Well...there ya go.
...we had spent the last 3 and a half days mentally preparing for that statement.
But...nothing really prepares you for the harshness of those words...nor the following.
The umbilicus cancer...was secondary cancer.
Meaning somewhere...there was a very sinister PRIMARY cancer of "unknown origin"...and it was very, very angry.
Fast forward 2 weeks. One blood test done to find cancer markers...one CT scan due on May 21st...one follow up appointment with the surgeon on the 26th of May and a colonoscopy and gastropocy scheduled for June 1st.
May 20 Wednesday.
Cam is shaking...laying on the floor. Something is really...really wrong.
Off to the emergency room again.
Ct scans...blood tests...Xrays...numerous hypothesis and finally a gastropocy and partial colonoscopy...on Friday.
Confirmed late stage metastasized Bowel Cancer.
Now...if you've ever had to stop your child from running into a street...narrowly missing an oncoming car....then multiply that feeling 10 times...and that's the energy that went through my body upon hearing those words.
I looked over at Cam's face...the once amber eyes that had been fiery with hope...and defiance...were now the darkest black/brown...and his face was . ..stoic... Stone.
Without going into too many details over the next few days...he suffered. He had hiccups for days...a result of the gastropocy...and fluid in his bowel.
He was unable to eat any food...
He was writhing in pain...
He was exausted...
No food...no fluid...just pain.
He said..."I'm Sorry"...to me...over and over. Because...he feels BAD that HE got cancer.
A cancer that is so silent...that is so sneaky...that everyday stressors and life...can make you overlook the slightest changes in your digestive system.
It is also...very common to have a family history.
Which brings me to one of my points.
Cam found out this last Monday...that his grandmother had died of bowel cancer.
Monday. Today is Wednesday.
This had never been mentioned to him before.
Had he had this knowledge...he would have been switched on...more sensitive...more aware and quite possibly paranoid about any belly problems.
But he didn't know.
The cancer has taken hold. Apparently there is no "cure". He is now finally in the hands of beautiful people at a great hospital.
Chemo maybe...soon...maybe delayed a month...a month is a long time from now.
He will know more tonight.
But...
He has hope for a tomorrow.
So a few things here...
Tomorrow is not promised...so don't waste time with stressing about how others will react to you living YOUR life. Not anyone's business but your own. If you are not maliciously hurting anyone...LIVE.
Get your facts straight...ask your parents everything about EVERYONE in your family. These details may save your life. These details may save the life of your babies and your grand babies...
Don't play like you are tough when you are not...a week...a month...particularly in the world of "cancer"...is a lot of time and more importantly...not enough time.
Don't mess around and half ass promise,
"You'll deal with it tomorrow."
You may not get a tomorrow.
Also...love when you can love. And allow yourself to BE loved.
...you may not have tomorrows...but you do have THIS moment.
Organisator und Spendenbegünstigter
Mary Trujillo
Organisator
Vancouver, WA
Brandi Cataldo
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