The initial diagnosis meant that I had to start treatment right away...but Dr Capildeo wanted to get a tissue sample from one of the lumps (biopsy) to determine exactly what type of cancer it was and what stage it was at...before a treatment regimen could be started.
This operation, though routine and straightforward for most people, would be anything but simple for me....I was a bleeder, and NO PUBLIC HOSPITAL WANTED TO TOUCH ME.
Enter the man, the doctor, who I would trust with my life...Dr Malcolm Samuel....a specialist kidney transplant surgeon attached to West Shore Hospital.
He met with me and assured me, that he would keep the bleeding to a minimum, and that I wouldn't bleed to death from the procedure. For you guys to understand my blood disorder, let me describe it...
It was only months after I was born that my mother noticed how "bruised" I always looked....and I wasn't even falling, or rolling out of the bed or crib...I would turn black and blue over my entire back....JUST FROM LYING IN THE CRIB. My mom would say the doctors used to look at her strange thinking she used to hit me at such a young age...but the bruising got worse, I would also get weak and pale...I would spend the first 5 to 7 years of my life in and out of the General Hospital and the Community Center-Cocorite.
I would come to HATE hospitals....the very smell of the corridors, the moaning of the sick, the cold and unfeeling "air" that was in every room.
Needles were a part of my life...doctors tried for years to figure out why I turned blue every time I fell, or ran into something....or why it would take 1 week for my gums to stop bleeding when I lost a tooth.
So, when the issue of cutting something out from me...and in this case a lump the size of a small orange...that was near major arteries in my neck, came up, we were naturally worried...and I had been given blood before when I was 2....when my platelets dived and the doctors thought I wouldn't make it....they soon found out that my platelets....which help you to clot and stop the bleeding, were defective and that no matter how much NORMAL blood you gave me...my body which was accustomed to the defective platelets would REJECT the normal blood.
My stand as one of Jehovah's Witnesses also made fighting this disease a challenge.
If I may, this story is not meant to "preach" to anyone, nor is it about my beliefs or faith being stronger than anyone elses...it is simply an account of someone who is still alive today because of some great doctors, a few good hospitals, excellent nurses...and the will to survive, fortified by my love for my creator.
So, the biopsy HAD to be done...and I am now out of work, as I had to close down my garage (straightening and painting cars and boats), and sell things to make up the funds to pay the doctors and the private hospitals.
Let me tell you guys something...that cancer didn't just take away my health, but it took away my freedom, my ability to provide for my family, my endless energy I once had, my joy and many of my friends...at least the so-called ones.
Oh yes, cancer destroys not only your body but can also take a toll on your inner person, the man or woman you were on the inside. It can be very tough to accept the fact that you can no longer do the things you once could...
I'm going to post some pics of what I used to be like before and how busy and involved I used to be with my favourite passion...Old Cars and seeing the smile on people faces when they look at them> THE PIC BELOW IS OF A FEW OF MY BUDDIES OF THE T&TV8 CAR CLUB...AT OUR SHOW IN 2009 @ SKINNER PARK
I ALSO ENJOYED GIVING STUFF AWAY TO COMPLETE STRANGERS
EVEN CARS....
THE KIDS WERE THE BEST THOUGH, SO INNOCENT...
to be cont'd tmrw night