LUNG CANCER LIFE:

Counting my Blessings,Again My lung cancer has not spread,as far as I know.My breathing is short,but I still have breath.My fibromalgia is under control,and I have not had an angina attack for months. YES,I am COUNTING my Blessings.One by One , Day by Day. This time on here a couple of years ago I was thankful for being alive.I am not only thankful now I am amazed that I have gone this long ,this well,with the lung cancer and cirrhosis. I see my lung doctor on November 18th.I will always be afraid of that day.I will sit in that waiting room,and I will make promises again to myself. I will promise to cherish everyday and every moment with my loved ones.I will pray inside that the cancer has not spread to the lymph nodes or to my liver. I will pray that I have one more chance. I will sit down tonight with my family and enjoy our Thanksgiving. Thank you to all of you that have kept following me on this,you have all been my angels. Please take care of yourselves. Happy Thanks Giving to all...

Lung Cancer,Lung Cancer,Lung Cancer,that is all we seems to hear about lately. Is this fatal disease running rampant? I think it is wonderful that more people are aware ,but I also think that we are not looking in the right places for a cure or fast enough.There are over 160,000 new cases of lung diseases diagnosed every year.That is in America alone. This fatal ailment does not just happen to other people,or people that smoke. Smoking does not cause lung cancer. There are many reasons we get cancer.There are cases where inhalation of chemicals,asbestos,coal mining dust etc,can cause lung cancer. In my case I was not surprised at the diagnosis.I had been a smoker of 44 years.I got my punishment for that. When I was diagnosed with "Cirrhosis of the Liver",I quit drinking. I cant say I am doing very well,with the smoking. After my mom passed away a couple of months ago,I got weak.I started the odd puff here and there,and now I am really afraid I could be so stupid to add sal...

LUNG CANCER IS SCARY STUFF Imagine finding yourself reading this.How would you feel? This is the pathology report that I received after they removed a lobe from the right lung.It is called a lobectomy,or wedge section. I did not feel any pain before or after really. I was diagnosed with pneumonia first ,then they discovered the tumor.It was 2 inches long by then. They were able to remove the cancerous part.I was very blessed and lucky that they found it on time. I did complain a lot about pain in my back about a year before.I smoked for 44 years and kind of thought that it was my lungs.I told doctors then that my back hurt and I thought it was my lungs,but they just told me my lungs were not in my back.I think maybe they should have taken a closer look. The operation might have turned out not so good,as I had previous complications.I recovered quickly and returned home in four days.I have a big scar ,but I am still alive. There are more adventures to the waiting room quite often for me...

My Mother passed away a few days ago.I never told her that I had "Lung Cancer".That was the hardest thing for me,but the best for her. One would think that a daughter would automatically tell her mother that she was ill and was going to die soon.I did not say a word. This death of my mom is a hard one.It was a blessing though,as she did not suffer and just fell asleep,knowing she would be with her loved ones soon.It is very hard on me,because there are things I never told her. I know that by not telling her,it was the most unselfish thing I have ever done.It would have killed her.How do I know that? She would take my face in her hand,quite often of late,and tell me"Darling,Please take care of yourself as it would kill me to lose you,as parents must die before their children". She came to visit me shortly after my lung was removed.I had a scar of twelve inches and the look of staple marks on my back.She would sleep with me at night,and wonder why I did not change ...

Yes,I still have stage 1 "Lung Cancer".The name of this condition is scary in itself.It sure makes you feel like there is no point in trying to move on,when the odds are so against you in this Fatal disease. I can tell you now,Please do not ever feel that way. I have spent the last seventeen months thinking I was dying every minute of everyday.What a waste of time. They say you go through certain stages of grief. I had the ANGER when I was told I needed an operation to remove the cancerous tumor on my lung.It was at a stage in my life where I finally had time for me.My kids had moved out and my husband had retired.I was mad because it would take time to heal,and I was afraid that I wouldn't.I knew I would have to slow down,and I knew that my spirit had been killed. I am still in DENIAL, but only when I need to be,to get me through.I have learned that if we" think it so be it". When I do wake up in the morning and I do not think of death,that is my way of preten...

THE WAITING ROOM It is so quiet, you can hear the breaths of others clearly.My heart is missing beats and fluttering.I try to speak to announce my arrival at the clinic,and the receptionist tells me to take a seat.There are many others there.It is a respiratory clinic in "Winnipeg,Manitoba",and I am here to see my surgeon.The room is filled with others much worse off then myself.I see oxygen tanks.I see my future.I will sit here now,and somehow,I will wait til I hear my name called.I am in a moment.I will not have this again. I am handed a form to give to the man who gives xrays.I walk down the hall and I am told to change into a gown,of course,done up in the back,and waist down ,off.I have had an xray by this man before,and I feel comfortable.I forget the importance of this,for a moment.I am so spaced out,that I head for the waiting room in my gown to see my doctor.How embarrassing. My mind goes back to the day of my operation.I see that on the wall of the waiting room is a ...

I faced my greatest fear again today.I saw my surgeon about my lung cancer.He,is not the fear,but the xray that holds my latest test result,is. I have been going to see him every few months for the last fifteen months.I am praying today that he won't want to see me for awhile.I understand that as more time passes the appointments become less often. I wait to be called and I see the assistant doctor who assesses me and puts the xray into the light.He doesn't look shocked or surprised to see the picture.We continue our assessment,and then he explains a bit about the xray.He tells me that the rib cage is larger on one side.He explains that the result is of the emphysema,or COPD.I have not asked him about the return of the cancer.I will wait til the real doctor walks in. The moment is here.My doctor looks at the xray as I shake his hand.He says we can make the appointment for six months now.I can almost not swallow.I have been given another CHANCE.The cancer has still not invade...