A picture of health, amazingly strong and energetic, is how I've been described. Never a reason to think there was anything wrong my vessel. But in 2017, something was not quite working and I tried everything to self-heal, and it just kept getting worse over time. And in August, 2018, I finally when to the Dr.
There are few things in life as scary as being told you have cancer. Cancer's sole mission is to kill you, and if left untreated, will do exactly that. On August 29,2018, that is exactly what I received, a diagnosis of Stage III Rectal Cancer. Fear and death consumed my mind for the weeks to follow. A million "what if's" were presented, all with no answers. The outcome was not predictable, but the standard of care was well known, and all I could do was pray, humble myself, discard all modesty, and follow the treatment plan. It has been one helluva a journey, and one I never want to experience again.
Now 13 months later, I am cancer free, still a picture of health, but with a medical history. I always thought it would be heart disease that would take me early, as that's my family's male legacy, not cancer. So it was my heart that I was always concerned about, and did all of the pre-screening needed to ensure any heart issues were detected. Oh how we can be blind-sided with unexpected news.