Post by michaelporter on Apr 12, 2005 12:40:26 GMT -5
HEY EVERYBODY...
I just wanted to re-post this SPECIAL message from 'Quake! It is his thoughts on the anniversary of his being told that he had cancer.
PLEASE read on, as this IS something SPECIAL!
"It's now officially one year since I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Here are some of my thoughts and feelings I've gone through. I never realized that being diagnosed with cancer was a death sentence, or at least supposed to be. My doctors in Florida told me to get everything in order, as my situation was "grave". I had a couple days of depression, but with the help of God, and my family, I kept my spirits up. My belief in God gave me comfort, and strength to be brave in front of my children. Then, and now, I don't want to die, but I am not afraid to die. Crying, and being depressed about my diagnosis would not help myself, nor my family to cope with it. If I was going to die, I wanted to die with bravery, respect, and dignity. Two recent deaths in the media, Terry Schiavo, and the Pope come to mind when I think of my death.
Some say Terry's husband is a murderer. She was in this state for 15 years. People say only God should take a life. I say if it wasn't for all the tubes, and whatever else she was hooked up on, God would have taken her life long ago. The Pope died peacefully, accepting death bravely. That's the way I want to go. With dignity. I hopefully am not going to cause a bunch of arguing here, I only want to state my feelings on death. I don't want to live for 15 years if I am not "living" life.
With my life in the balance of decisions that had to be made, I decided to do as the Florida doctors deemed necessary, which was to prepare for chemo, and radiation. i had no plans to move to Houston, and disrupt my family's lives. Then M.D. Anderson Hospital called to say I had been accepted there. That's the #1 rated cancer hospital in the U.S. My wife insisted that we go there.
I got to M.D. and the doctor said he wanted to remove my bladder, Make me a new one out of my small intestine, and that I should be able to live a normal life after that. He operated, but then a tumor was found in my left lung, and my new doctor said it was incurable. Great, I now had a number to go on- 11 months without chemo, maybe 18 months with chemo. A couple more days of depression, and crying. I can't leave my family yet, they still need me! I have to teach my kids a lot more things about life! I don't even own a home for my family anymore! I can't die yet! I need more time. God help me.
Well after ten heavy rounds of chemo, my tumor has shrunk to the size of a small dot on my x-ray. God answered my prayers, and the prayers of everyone else that cared about me. The doctor still hasn't given me a new lease on life, but like I stated in my very first posts, I refuse to believe I'm dying! I'm too young, and now too strong! Cancer is the one running, not me. I haven't gone anywhere. I believe cancer is more afraid of me, now than I am of it. I had a few days, but basically, cancer doesn't scare me. A lot had to do with being too ignorant to be afraid, but I'm educated now, and still refuse to be afraid.
Now I am starting a new phase in my cancer match. My original plans were to use modern medicine(chemo), and surgery to get it out of my body, and then to use natural supplements to try keep it gone. I have started to take a supplement called mangosteen juice. It's an Asian fruit that claims to have tumor fighting abilities. I'm hoping it's true. It has helped my health other ways already. It's helped lower my diabetes readings, given me a huge leap in energy, and helped with arthritis in my hips. It's supposed to help with a lot of different ailments so I hope it works on cancer like it says, as I have my Aunt on it as she was just diagnosed with lung, kidney, and bone marrow cancer. It may be too late but I'm praying for another miracle. I don't want to turn this into a sale's pitch ( Iprobably already did) but if anyone wants some info, click on the link on my signature. You can e-mail me personally there and I can give you my full testimonial. I wouldn't even be mentioning this if it hadn't helped me.
My road continues to spread in front of me in my cancer journey.There have been hazards. My kidneys are not functioning quite right. They are not putting out enough potassium. I've been nauseous, weak, low energy, and feeling like my life is being wasted. Blood transfusions didn't seem to give me the real kick I needed. Now I'm taking light chemo(and my juice) to hopefully make it go away. I've been living with a line in my arm since last August. It is where my chemo, and iv fluids entered my body. I had to protect it from getting wet, and my wife had to change the bandages every three days. Now I may be able to lose the line and finally start exercising again. I'm no Lance Armstrong, but I plan to build back some of my arm size. It hurts when your kids tell you your arms are small! Losing the line means getting poked everytime I go in for chemo, but I'm used to being a pin cushion by now anyways.
I have confidence that I will become a survivor. Wrestlecrappers have supported me, and some have evn inspired me with their own stories of survival. I thank everyone for their support, thoughts, and prayers. You have all been close to me in my journey/fight/ struggle/soon to be defeated cancer. It's been one year, and if I was still in Florida, may have been on my deathbed writing a good-bye to you good people. Instead, I'm strong, and dreaming of a WWE comeback! Thanks for reading my rambling, and God bless you all!
'Quake"
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from 'Quake! As you know, he DOES visit here from time to time!
Michael Porter
I just wanted to re-post this SPECIAL message from 'Quake! It is his thoughts on the anniversary of his being told that he had cancer.
PLEASE read on, as this IS something SPECIAL!
"It's now officially one year since I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Here are some of my thoughts and feelings I've gone through. I never realized that being diagnosed with cancer was a death sentence, or at least supposed to be. My doctors in Florida told me to get everything in order, as my situation was "grave". I had a couple days of depression, but with the help of God, and my family, I kept my spirits up. My belief in God gave me comfort, and strength to be brave in front of my children. Then, and now, I don't want to die, but I am not afraid to die. Crying, and being depressed about my diagnosis would not help myself, nor my family to cope with it. If I was going to die, I wanted to die with bravery, respect, and dignity. Two recent deaths in the media, Terry Schiavo, and the Pope come to mind when I think of my death.
Some say Terry's husband is a murderer. She was in this state for 15 years. People say only God should take a life. I say if it wasn't for all the tubes, and whatever else she was hooked up on, God would have taken her life long ago. The Pope died peacefully, accepting death bravely. That's the way I want to go. With dignity. I hopefully am not going to cause a bunch of arguing here, I only want to state my feelings on death. I don't want to live for 15 years if I am not "living" life.
With my life in the balance of decisions that had to be made, I decided to do as the Florida doctors deemed necessary, which was to prepare for chemo, and radiation. i had no plans to move to Houston, and disrupt my family's lives. Then M.D. Anderson Hospital called to say I had been accepted there. That's the #1 rated cancer hospital in the U.S. My wife insisted that we go there.
I got to M.D. and the doctor said he wanted to remove my bladder, Make me a new one out of my small intestine, and that I should be able to live a normal life after that. He operated, but then a tumor was found in my left lung, and my new doctor said it was incurable. Great, I now had a number to go on- 11 months without chemo, maybe 18 months with chemo. A couple more days of depression, and crying. I can't leave my family yet, they still need me! I have to teach my kids a lot more things about life! I don't even own a home for my family anymore! I can't die yet! I need more time. God help me.
Well after ten heavy rounds of chemo, my tumor has shrunk to the size of a small dot on my x-ray. God answered my prayers, and the prayers of everyone else that cared about me. The doctor still hasn't given me a new lease on life, but like I stated in my very first posts, I refuse to believe I'm dying! I'm too young, and now too strong! Cancer is the one running, not me. I haven't gone anywhere. I believe cancer is more afraid of me, now than I am of it. I had a few days, but basically, cancer doesn't scare me. A lot had to do with being too ignorant to be afraid, but I'm educated now, and still refuse to be afraid.
Now I am starting a new phase in my cancer match. My original plans were to use modern medicine(chemo), and surgery to get it out of my body, and then to use natural supplements to try keep it gone. I have started to take a supplement called mangosteen juice. It's an Asian fruit that claims to have tumor fighting abilities. I'm hoping it's true. It has helped my health other ways already. It's helped lower my diabetes readings, given me a huge leap in energy, and helped with arthritis in my hips. It's supposed to help with a lot of different ailments so I hope it works on cancer like it says, as I have my Aunt on it as she was just diagnosed with lung, kidney, and bone marrow cancer. It may be too late but I'm praying for another miracle. I don't want to turn this into a sale's pitch ( Iprobably already did) but if anyone wants some info, click on the link on my signature. You can e-mail me personally there and I can give you my full testimonial. I wouldn't even be mentioning this if it hadn't helped me.
My road continues to spread in front of me in my cancer journey.There have been hazards. My kidneys are not functioning quite right. They are not putting out enough potassium. I've been nauseous, weak, low energy, and feeling like my life is being wasted. Blood transfusions didn't seem to give me the real kick I needed. Now I'm taking light chemo(and my juice) to hopefully make it go away. I've been living with a line in my arm since last August. It is where my chemo, and iv fluids entered my body. I had to protect it from getting wet, and my wife had to change the bandages every three days. Now I may be able to lose the line and finally start exercising again. I'm no Lance Armstrong, but I plan to build back some of my arm size. It hurts when your kids tell you your arms are small! Losing the line means getting poked everytime I go in for chemo, but I'm used to being a pin cushion by now anyways.
I have confidence that I will become a survivor. Wrestlecrappers have supported me, and some have evn inspired me with their own stories of survival. I thank everyone for their support, thoughts, and prayers. You have all been close to me in my journey/fight/ struggle/soon to be defeated cancer. It's been one year, and if I was still in Florida, may have been on my deathbed writing a good-bye to you good people. Instead, I'm strong, and dreaming of a WWE comeback! Thanks for reading my rambling, and God bless you all!
'Quake"
Please post your thoughts on this message
from 'Quake! As you know, he DOES visit here from time to time!
Michael Porter
