Fundraiser for Frank
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Per his post on February 17, 2019, Frank wrote:
Soooo, you've been searching for me since I've been born, trying to find a way to enter my soul, my physical being, trying to hijack a person's life, and attempting to strip them of who they are, that's what Cancer does. You've found me my new friend. Colon cancer mets to the liver, stage 4. There is no stage 5.
"You're not gonna like what I have to say", were the words that tried to rattle me from my core. These were the words from observing a cat scan, that I heard. What were the loneliest, most isolating humbling words you've ever heard? I pray you never get to hear them!
The power of death tries to be more powerful than the power of life. But many times the evil doesn't take into account our spirit to live. There is no time to ask why questions. But, I wonder why after 36 years of changing the way I ate did cancer decide to inhabit my body, to challenge my physical life and my will to live. I accept the challenge, I have no choice. I have too many things to do in my life, so many things on my bucket list to do, and I will.
To fill you in, now that I have some strength, I came into the hospital on Tuesday with an excruciating pain in my abdomen, appendix inflamed because of cancer in the cecum. They performed a hemi colectomy and that lasted for several days until I was developing low grade temps which didn't go away. I knew I'd be back in the OR that night, developed perontonitis and required another operation last Tuesday night at 9. Since then I've been slowly recovering, no temps and since received my final pathology report.
To those of you who are cancer survivors, I now get the club we are in. I salute you. I will choose to attack this with all fronts, spiritually, religiously, medically, alternatively, nutritionally.
To my friends, and family, thank you for your endless support and comfort. Jen, I got this, remember that. To my coworker's, you are fucking awesome. No words can describe your kindness, and your caring ways, each of you bringing a smiling face of encouragement to me. Thank you.
To the staff of my hospital, from ER to ICU where I currently am, doctors, nurses, Cna's , complete staff in my care, each of you have surpassed what you are expected to do. You are fucking ROCKSTARS! YOUR EMPLOYER should be very proud that you have chosen to work for them. Special shout out to Jessica Santamaria, and her husband for making my stay so comfortable. Thank you for choosing to be my nurse for three days, and having my back.
To my surgeons, thank you for your professionalism and your tireless efforts to heal me, and your speedy care. I wouldn't be here if not for you.
To my daughter's, I'm not going anywhere, like I said they're going to have to get a fucking wrecking ball to take me out. I love you girls, don't forget that. This is just a blip in life, a speedbump. I can't wait to hold my new grandchild and to witness your life unfold. Each of you are angels in my eyes. I love you. To the men in your life, thank you for being the gentlemen you all are, and thank you for taking care of my girls as you do. Respect to each of you.
To my girlfriend Ella, you've never left my side, you sleep over every night right next to me, even after you working double shifts. Please take care of yourself. You're an amazing human being with a heart of gold. Authentic and the most sincere person I ever met. Pure love, and a person who would do anything for anyone. To her son, thank you for your concern. I love you Ella thank you.
And to my new friend, Cancer. Look at me as I stare and smile back at you. That's the smile of defiance, a smile for you to remember each victory in my journey. You have no power over me my friend, and I'm sorry, you can't stay in my body. You will lose, you will leave, you will not win. Hit me with your best shot, and watch the power of my spirit smile down your wretched soul. You drew first blood, but I will finish it, and as my girlfriend says, its always the successful gladiators and patriots who wear the most scars. This boy ain't going anywhere.
Soooo, you've been searching for me since I've been born, trying to find a way to enter my soul, my physical being, trying to hijack a person's life, and attempting to strip them of who they are, that's what Cancer does. You've found me my new friend. Colon cancer mets to the liver, stage 4. There is no stage 5.
"You're not gonna like what I have to say", were the words that tried to rattle me from my core. These were the words from observing a cat scan, that I heard. What were the loneliest, most isolating humbling words you've ever heard? I pray you never get to hear them!
The power of death tries to be more powerful than the power of life. But many times the evil doesn't take into account our spirit to live. There is no time to ask why questions. But, I wonder why after 36 years of changing the way I ate did cancer decide to inhabit my body, to challenge my physical life and my will to live. I accept the challenge, I have no choice. I have too many things to do in my life, so many things on my bucket list to do, and I will.
To fill you in, now that I have some strength, I came into the hospital on Tuesday with an excruciating pain in my abdomen, appendix inflamed because of cancer in the cecum. They performed a hemi colectomy and that lasted for several days until I was developing low grade temps which didn't go away. I knew I'd be back in the OR that night, developed perontonitis and required another operation last Tuesday night at 9. Since then I've been slowly recovering, no temps and since received my final pathology report.
To those of you who are cancer survivors, I now get the club we are in. I salute you. I will choose to attack this with all fronts, spiritually, religiously, medically, alternatively, nutritionally.
To my friends, and family, thank you for your endless support and comfort. Jen, I got this, remember that. To my coworker's, you are fucking awesome. No words can describe your kindness, and your caring ways, each of you bringing a smiling face of encouragement to me. Thank you.
To the staff of my hospital, from ER to ICU where I currently am, doctors, nurses, Cna's , complete staff in my care, each of you have surpassed what you are expected to do. You are fucking ROCKSTARS! YOUR EMPLOYER should be very proud that you have chosen to work for them. Special shout out to Jessica Santamaria, and her husband for making my stay so comfortable. Thank you for choosing to be my nurse for three days, and having my back.
To my surgeons, thank you for your professionalism and your tireless efforts to heal me, and your speedy care. I wouldn't be here if not for you.
To my daughter's, I'm not going anywhere, like I said they're going to have to get a fucking wrecking ball to take me out. I love you girls, don't forget that. This is just a blip in life, a speedbump. I can't wait to hold my new grandchild and to witness your life unfold. Each of you are angels in my eyes. I love you. To the men in your life, thank you for being the gentlemen you all are, and thank you for taking care of my girls as you do. Respect to each of you.
To my girlfriend Ella, you've never left my side, you sleep over every night right next to me, even after you working double shifts. Please take care of yourself. You're an amazing human being with a heart of gold. Authentic and the most sincere person I ever met. Pure love, and a person who would do anything for anyone. To her son, thank you for your concern. I love you Ella thank you.
And to my new friend, Cancer. Look at me as I stare and smile back at you. That's the smile of defiance, a smile for you to remember each victory in my journey. You have no power over me my friend, and I'm sorry, you can't stay in my body. You will lose, you will leave, you will not win. Hit me with your best shot, and watch the power of my spirit smile down your wretched soul. You drew first blood, but I will finish it, and as my girlfriend says, its always the successful gladiators and patriots who wear the most scars. This boy ain't going anywhere.
Organizer and beneficiary
Jessica Santamaria
Organizer
Sayville, NY
Frank Clarke
Beneficiary