At the James, they give you a tablet to order your meals, your list of medications, and various other information. I was checking it out and there’s also a note area that documents the doctor’s and nurses’ assessments.
I was reading through and I found the diagnosis information they never gave me. Chances are it really wouldn’t have mattered much because I was so out of it and wanted to sleep more than anything.
At the time of diagnosis when I was feeling the worse, my AML was 86%. That’s pretty high. 86% of my blood was cancer. That explains why the rush of chemo and blood transfusions I received.
I know a few people who have battled cancer. Those people had time to meet their team, prepare arrangements for treatment, run many tests, and allow the diagnosis to sink in. Typically, they had at least a month to prepare.
I was given three days. Three days till they were starting chemo to treat cancer I had running in my veins. Three days for the diagnosis to set in, meet the team, and contact everyone to let them know I would be in the hospital for four to six weeks.
If I would’ve waited and not gone to get the help I would’ve died probably in a week or two.
That puts life in perspective. I was close to death and didn’t even know it. I thought I had a bad stomach virus or food poisoning, not once did I think I had cancer or I was dying.
If things aren’t right get help because you just don’t know. I’m very grateful to still be alive and in remission with the prayers, wonderful doctors, the drugs that keep working, and the donor that gave me a second chance at life!