I never thought those words would come from my mouth but there it is.
Two years ago I was told I had a kidney infection but after taking medicine for 10 days I hadn’t had any signs of improvement. I was still having same issues.
So I set up an appointment with the urologist. They performed a scope on it and noticed a growth of some kind in my bladder. A couple weeks later they removed it and sent it off to the lab. I was then told the cancer(s) were invasive and aggressive. They sent me to an Oncologist and then I was scheduled for chemo to begin at the end of April.
The first seven weeks of chemo went well but the eighth and last session was brutal. I think it all built up and then did its damage for the whole month of June. I was sick the entire month and lost 30 pounds, 20 in one weekend.
Surgery was scheduled for early September and my job was to build my strength back up so I could recover from surgery faster. I did little half mile walks 3 or 4 times daily and regained some weight.
The surgery entailed removing my bladder, prostate and a lymph node. They cut a 6” long piece of my small intestine and connected my kidneys to it. From there they cut a small incision 3” right of my navel and set the stoma there. Recovery seemed like it took forever but I was out of the hospital after 5 days.
Shopping for supplies, which I would need for the rest of my life, took place during an appointment with a urostomy specialist. Every 4 days I swap the 3 pieces that are stuck to my stomach. Every night I swap from a leg bag to a bigger overnight bag.
The oncologist and nurses that administered the chemo treatments were some of the best people I have ever ran across. I can’t imagine their job administering these drugs/poisin to the patients knowing that some of them would not survive but they kept a smile and always had me laughing. I in turn tried to keep the other patients in the chemo lab engaged and upbeat.
The surgeon and his staff were very thorough with their descriptions of what my surgery would entail and possible set backs I could have along the way. He was amazed at how fast I returned to normal function after what he called the “second toughest surgery“ you could have.
The hospital nurses on the other hand were terrible for my first stay there. And yes I said first stay. I returned to hospital for another 4 days when I got an infection that went septic. I had great nurses during this stay on the same floor and in the same hall.
The reports I have received since September 4th in 2024 have been great and the doctor said should be able to live out the rest of my days and see my grandkids grow up cancer free.
Every morning the first thing I do is Thank God for the Blessing of another day and will continue to do so the rest of my life.
For this battling cancer now my advice is never think about losing the struggle but kicking its ass. Positivity goes a long way.
Cancer is not the death sentence it was years ago and I can beat anyone can.



