Most people reading this will know that I am a geophysicist who has lived an incredible life with Debi. We have lived in Scotland, and I lived in China, been to Tibet and have been in 31 other countries and with my son, Dan, I went to Antarctica.
In 2003, when Debi and I moved back from Scotland, I was diagnosed with stage 3b, Gleason 8 prostate cancer. The diagnosing doctor yelled at me and told me that I would be his first patient to die of prostate cancer since PSA testing started. He said I had a low chance of making 5 years. I had surgery, and for 3 years, it looked like they might actually have gotten all the cancer. I went and lived 2 years in China as Exploration director for an oil company. When I came back from China in 2006, the cancer also came back. I had 7 weeks of radiation treatments, which seemed to work. But in a year, the cancer returned. This time we were told that the normal course of the disease was 5 years. As you can see, I have been incredibly blessed to be able to easily control the cancer and otherwise be in good health for the past eight and a half years. And to still be here after 13 years from diagnosis is a double blessing because I have gotten to know all my grandchildren.
In late 2015, the cancer started showing signs of getting out of hand. In 2016 I had an immunotherapy course of treatment, which apparently didn't work. So, now I am in a clinical trial for a new drug combo, which at the moment doesn't seem to be working either. It is likely that I will be on chemo next month.
I don't consider myself a victim of cancer. Those who know me would never describe me as a victim. I do, however have some nasty aggressive cells that need killing. They are in the chest area right now and of course, that isn't a great place for them to be (from my point of view). I much appreciate all the prayers and support for Debi and I as we continue down this road.