Posts by Harold Richardson4

Of course I want to be part of this conversation. Unfortunately, I’ve gained quite a bit of experience in this area, and I'm only 34. My father passed away from lung cancer, and my mother is currently battling stomach cancer. Back when my father first fell ill, we didn't have the internet, modern immunomodulators, or any of the resources we have now. And doctors? Well, I've learned that they are often just doctors—meaning their first instinct is usually to deliver the worst news possible. They tend to corner you in hallways or passing by, listing every conceivable complication that might occur. When you hear that kind of prognosis, you naturally go into survival mode and dig in. But the truth is, no two cancers are identical, and no two people face them the same way. Everyone, please, stay strong, keep fighting, and keep your loved ones in your prayers. Tuesday is the feast of St. Anthony! I attended Mass today, and it provided such a profound sense of peace and calm.

Linda Campbell your father passed away from lung cancer—if remembering that isn't too painful right now—I would ask you to tell me where he was diagnosed and how long he lived with it?
Believe me, it still hurts deeply, and I suspect it will continue to ache as long as I draw breath. But thank God, I live off the beautiful memories of him, and that is what sustains me. If there is any way I can be of help here, I am at your service. My father’s lung cancer was discovered in March, and he passed away in November. It was some kind of "small cell... something," and by then, it had already spread to the lymph nodes. He started chemotherapy at the Cancer Institute, which he actually tolerated quite well; the cancer shrank by about 40%, and they even suggested surgery, though he declined. Following that, he underwent radiation, which essentially destroyed him. Since he chose not to have the operation—and we didn't push him, as it was his own personal decision—we took matters into our own hands and purchased a specific chemotherapy called Taxol, which wasn't on the standard list at the time, because we had heard it was highly effective and might extend his life for a while. In the interim, while we were waiting for his blood counts to stabilize so he could begin treatment, it metastasized to his brain. He fell into a coma and passed away. Thank God he didn't suffer for long. However, I must admit, what disappointed me most in this entire ordeal was that my father was terrified of everything; he simply gave up. He didn't fight at all. Today, I feel fortunate that there are so many options available for mitigating the side effects of chemo and radiation, as well as for boosting the immune system—options that simply didn't exist back then. But I truly believe the will to live is paramount. I know a cousin of mine whose sister had half a lung removed due to carcinoma ten years ago, and she is still here today, working like a woman possessed. [/RIGHT]

I noticed some people were asking about Beta Glucan. Speaking from our own personal experience with this miracle—it’s nothing but the best. I would recommend it to absolutely everyone. For those who are healthy, it serves as excellent prevention, and for those fighting an illness, it is undeniably effective for boosting the immune system. I actually started giving it to my mother just 10 days before her surgery, and her recovery was incredibly swift.
On April 4th, she underwent the operation, and by the 8th, she was already back in her hospital room. Her incisions healed beautifully, her blood work looked solid, and they had the drains out within just 10 days (they removed her entire stomach, gallbladder, and spleen). She is being discharged this week, and both the doctors and our family are beyond thrilled with how rapidly she is bouncing back. She’s back on it now. If you can afford it, you should definitely give it a try.

Thank you, Amanda Lewis93. I am holding together as tightly as I possibly can, though honestly, I feel like I’m fraying at every single seam—mentally and physically. Between raising a small child, supporting my husband, managing my job, and caring for my sick mother, life feels like a relentless marathon. Every single day, I go straight from the office to the hospital. I honestly don't know where I find the strength to keep going. Life seems to be rushing past me, leaving me behind, but none of that matters. Sometimes, all you truly need for life to feel beautiful again is one tiny thing: just for her to be okay.

People. I read through these posts every single day, reviewing them and then reading them again, thinking about how incredibly brave you all are to face what you’re going through. My father passed away seven years ago from lung cancer. I fought alongside him until my very last breath, and even now, this subject hits me hard. I can still recall every therapy session, every conversation; it's all etched into my mind. It still hurts. Now, my mother underwent surgery on April 4th due to stomach cancer. They had to remove her entire stomach, along with her gallbladder and spleen. The pathology report indicates that everything else is clear. She was discharged from the hospital ward on April 12th, and by April 13th, all her drains were removed. Thank God, she is recovering remarkably well, especially since she was always in great health and physically fit. When I first heard her diagnosis, I spent the whole day vomiting, dealing with diarrhea and, naturally, my period. The stress was overwhelming. I was dying of fear. Initially, they told us they would only remove part of her stomach because all other tests and tumor markers appeared normal. But once they opened her up, they took everything. I nearly fainted. The doctor simply told us we needed to pray to God. I was completely out of my mind. I found myself reliving a life drama all over again, only this time, the pain is so much, much deeper. I am profoundly attached to my mother. But I am holding onto hope that she will be okay. If anyone here has gone through something similar, or if anyone wants to reach out, please do.