I awoke
to snow falling outside the window. It was Tuesday, February 7th,
the Super Bowl had just been played two days earlier and Valentine’s Day was
looming.
For the
first time in my life I had spent the night in a hospital because of a
pneumothorax (collapsed lung) following my CT guided needle biopsy
Staring
out the window believing I was watching my last snow fall - memories of my life
swirled in a snow globe.
I’m an
old dude, I never knew anyone who ever survived lung cancer. I was tired of 7
weeks of tests and kids in medical coats. To quote another old dude, “You don’t
need a weatherman to tell you which way the wind is blowing”.
My melodramatic
melancholy was shattered by my adult daughter arriving with chocolate milk. (To
truly know me is to know that chocolate milk is my elixir.)
Tuesday morning,
Nov 27th I awoke to snow falling again, 9 months and three weeks
later. Five mornings after Thanksgiving, and 25 days until the 1 year cancerversary
of the chest x-ray that caught the 9 mm vague nodular density in my left upper lobe.
That
tumor is gone and I’m here. If I can measure my life living with a lung cancer
diagnosis by smiling at the changing seasons and standing in falling snow, I am a man blessed.
Patrick Leer
BLOGS:
Caregivingly Yours, MS Caregiver @ http://caregivinglyyours.blogspot.com/
My Lung Cancer Odyssey @ http://lung-cancer-survivor.blogspot.com/