I turned 45 last month. Somewhat ironically, my birthday was exactly nine months after I had the biopsy that led to my diagnosis, and that long plus a week after I started chemo. While I can’t say that I was overwhelmed with profound feelings of rebirth, somehow, turning a year older holds a place among the milestones of my recovery, a few of which I reached over the past months.
Last week, I went for my second two-month follow up visit with my Oncologist, Dr. Bruce Raphael, and although I’m still feeling some of the effects of treatment, I got a clean bill of health. I continue to be in remission, and although my blood counts are still low, they’re approaching normal. I’m still feeling some fatigue as my energy is coming back to full strength, so most days I’ll indulge in a nap. Doctor’s orders! I’ll go for a six-month scan in June, which won’t need to be a full PET, but just a chest CT.
Aside from being tired at times, my mood is the biggest thing I’m dealing with. The last few months have been an emotional roller coaster as I came out of treatment and dealt with extremes of happiness and sadness. (I was informed that it’s very normal for people to experience depression and anxiety after finishing chemo, worrying if the cancer will come back, and realizing the intensity of going through a major diagnosis and treatment.) While being in remission is great news, it’s contrasted with family members dealing with cancer and other illness, and grieving the loss of my dear grandma, who passed in March. Although I didn’t find myself emotionally overwhelmed by this mix of events, I had my moments, which I managed with my caregivers, along with making an extra effort to eat and sleep well, and exercise. I’ve been walking at least 30 minutes a day, which is important physically, clears my head, and keeps anxiety at bay.
Being self-employed, I’ve self-approved a medical leave, and because of savings and insurance, I’m fine financially. I pay for long term disability coverage through Freelancers Union, where I also get my health coverage, and can collect benefits until I’m cleared by my physician to go back to work.
Aside from the medical milestone of another two-month checkup, this spring, I attended two events that each had a special part of my revery: the ADIM Conference, and the SPD Gala. At both, I was reunited with many friends who I hadn’t seen since before my diagnosis, but who encouraged me through it, like Hollis (my cancer pal), Jake, Rocky, Shawn, Ina, Jason (thanks for the prayers, they helped!), James, Andrew, Bob “The Man” (my fellow NYU Langone patient alum), Victor, Neil, Nancy, and so many more whose support meant, and stll means, so much to me on this journey. There were friends, too, who didn’t know of my adventures—or who I didn’t know did—but once they heard of them, offered kind words and shared their own stories with me, like Russell, Mary K. and Will, Jeremy, Victoria, Nancy, and Trevett. There are so many others who I haven’t named, but who I thank, nonetheless.
My next big milestone is my one-year anniversary in July, and every year I go without recurring—I have an 80-81% chance that I won’t, and I always throw in that extra 1%—the less probable it is that it will happen. In fact, Dr. R. told me that if I haven’t recurred in two years, I’m most likely not going to. That cuts my race in half, since if I make it to four years, I’ll be cured. As always, thanks to you all for your friendship, love, and support along the way. It continues to be a source of strength and inspiration.
Lotsa love,
Joseph/Joe