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Life After Cancer:: Coping with a Cancer Verdict
Life After Cancer:: Coping with a Cancer Verdict
Life After Cancer:: Coping with a Cancer Verdict
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Life After Cancer:: Coping with a Cancer Verdict

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This is a story told by a cancer survivor unlike any other story: from the initial shock and disbelief of the diagnosis to the search for answers, second and third opinions, and alternative treatment options; from having to make very painful and life changing decisions to the eventual recovery and return to a normal, productive, and happy life. This is a story of one man's struggle to understand recurrence after recurrence of colon cancer; of dealing not only with the effects of chemotherapy treatment, but also the psychological effects of life after cancer: living with an ostomy pouch as a replacement for the colon that had to be removed; learning to operate the alternative system for the elimination of the body's waste material; and the slow process of accepting and loving a new body. The lessons learned from this experience can benefit all cancer patients and their loved ones, from the newly diagnosed to those who are in remission. In addition, the medical establishment, which struggles every day with the ever increasing load of work involved in caring for these patients, can also benefit from the author's story and learn better ways to communicate with and understand patients undergoing cancer treatment.
LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateDec 1, 2008
ISBN9781440108914
Life After Cancer:: Coping with a Cancer Verdict
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Eliezer Benaroya

Eliezer Benaroya owned and operated a successful deli and catering business in the San Francisco Bay Area for 16 years with his wife Shoshana until 2005 when he was forced into retirement to battle colon cancer. After his initial surgery, Eli suffered two relapses that eventually resulted in the complete removal of his colon, an ileostomy, and chemotherapy. Today Eli's cancer is in remission. In addition to his work with cancer support groups, Eli enjoys an active lifestyle with his wife and three children filled with hiking and travel.

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    Life After Cancer: - Eliezer Benaroya

    Contents

    Preface

    1

    The Whole Nine Miles

    2

    Playing Detective

    3

    The Discovery

    4

    The Battle Begins

    5

    Choices and Decisions

    6

    The First Surgery

    7

    Recovery

    8

    The Big Dilemma

    9

    A Break from It All

    10

    Back to Reality

    11

    The Second Surgery

    12

    More Time Off

    13

    Monitoring Continues

    14

    The Three Options

    15

    The Third Surgery

    16

    Home Sweet Home

    17

    The Aftermath

    18

    Clues and Warning Signs

    19

    A New Beginning

    Helpful Hints

    Acknowledgments

    Useful Definitions

    This book is written in loving memory of my father ABRAHAM BENAROYA who taught me the values of hard work, optimism, patios, perseverance and courage. And to my mother ALEGRA EFTIMIA BENAROYA who gave me unconditional love throughout my life in spite of my many shortcomings, and inserted in me the value and the power of family.

    Preface

    I wrote this book for all cancer patients who are in the same situation I was when I was first diagnosed with cancer. The feeling of not knowing what the future holds can be very scary, and it helps to learn from others who have gone down a similar path. The battle against cancer is worthwhile: even if it seems at first glance like the end of the world, not only can you prolong your life, but you can maintain a reasonable quality of it. I want to deliver a message of hope, to reassure you there can be a good life waiting for you after cancer.

    Two years have passed since I was first diagnosed with colon cancer. I’ve gone through three surgeries, six months of chemotherapy, and many months of recovery. Today I consider myself very lucky to be alive. I’m enjoying a life filled with traveling, adventure, discovery, family, and love. Aside from a few limitations, I can still experience everything I did before being diagnosed with cancer—and maybe even more.

    Now when flying, I take an extra carry-on containing my medical supplies (not luggage I want to lose), and at times I experience skin irritation in high-humidity environments, but no life is perfect, as everyone has his or her baggage. I can still enjoy many activities such as hiking, running, swimming, and almost anything else I feel like doing. Sometimes I take extra precautions specific to my situation, such as waiting for convenient hours to eat or staying away from certain foods to avoid an overactive ostomy. If I’d never been diagnosed with cancer, I probably would still be working at the deli, feeling overstressed and not experiencing nearly as many things as I am today.

    Of course, I need to be vigilant and be tested every six months to make sure the cancer hasn’t come back. But if I didn’t have to monitor my cancer, I might wait years before going to a doctor, which might allow some other disease or condition to go undetected.

    I also want to make sure you know your allies in the battle against cancer. The medical professionals are there to help, so use them. In turn, I would recommend to medical professionals that they try to invest more time in knowing each individual patient. If doctors would listen to their patients’ thoughts and fears, they could better treat ailments and help their patients feel more comfortable with what the doctors are doing.

    There is much more to healing than just its physical aspects, as emotional and spiritual factors also play a huge role. A patient’s attitude toward any illness can make a big difference in his or her recovery. Changing the way you look at things can completely change how you recover. A positive outlook is an important aspect of one’s ability to recover from a serious injury or illness. Throughout my illness, I had many ups and downs, but I never lost hope I could get beyond it.

    My hope is that in the not-so-distant future, cancer will become a better understood disease with well-established treatments. As my small part to help in this effort, a portion of the proceeds from this book will be donated to cancer research.

    1

    The Whole Nine Miles

    It was a few days before my fifty-sixth birthday, a routine Saturday on which my friend Motty and I were going jogging. Almost every weekend Motty and I would jog around the beautiful Lake Chabot in Castro Valley, California, just a few miles away from my home. Motty is a longtime friend who has been instrumental in igniting in me the enthusiasm for running long distances.

    A few years back at our first run around Lake Chabot together (Motty had already been a frequent runner there for many years), he told me the distance around the lake was about four or five miles, which was only a little longer than what I was used to running. Only after we completed the run did he announce the true distance: nine miles. I was very surprised I’d been able to complete it as it was something I probably wouldn’t even have attempted had I known. It was a real thrill for me to be able to run the nine miles around the lake at the age of fifty-six—in fact, I felt on top of the world. I felt so good during the run that I began contemplating running a marathon before I got too old. At 26.2 miles, a marathon would be just about three times the distance of our weekend run. As Motty had already run several marathons himself, he strongly encouraged this idea.

    On this particular day, the run was going very well and we were about to finish our route. It generally took us a little under an hour and a half to complete the run, and today was no different. Then we both headed to the water fountain to replace all the fluids we’d lost.

    Once rehydrated, we walked to the stretching area where we spent a few minutes before returning to the car that was parked about half a mile away. Motty released the car key from his shoelace and opened the door to his twenty-year-old Toyota Supra. Motty is very proud of his Supra and often says, It has over two hundred thousand miles and still runs like it’s new. As he was getting the car open, I used the time to stretch a bit more.

    But then I stood up and suddenly felt dizzy. I passed out for a few seconds, falling on the top of the car. It took a few minutes for me to get in the car, but Motty hardly noticed anything. I didn’t mention anything to him during our ride home, but I was baffled as to what had just happened to me.

    For some time now I had been feeling dizzy during the run, and I had no explanation for it. I was also falling asleep much more than usual, but I didn’t think twice about it. About four years prior I’d had a complete physical, or so I thought, and my doctor was so happy with the results that he told me I should frame them because this is as good as it gets.

    It took twenty minutes for us to arrive at my house. I said good-bye to Motty and headed straight for the door. Shoshi, my beautiful wife of thirty-one years, opened the door with a big welcoming smile and a good-morning kiss. As Motty and I started our runs early in the morning, she was usually still asleep when I left the house.

    When we sat down for breakfast together, I told her what happened after the run. She looked worried, and although I didn’t think it was anything serious, I agreed to consult our physician about it.

    On Monday morning I called my physician’s office to make an appointment, but the earliest opening was two months away. I’m not a hypochondriac—quite the opposite in fact, as I’m the first person to dismiss pain or find explanations for it that doesn’t include illness. I also rarely take medications or visit doctors. But this time was different, as I was worried that something was seriously wrong with me. For some time I’d been complaining to my family about a strange sensation I often felt in my stomach. The best way to describe it would be like a sudden drop in my gut, the way you feel on a rollercoaster ride, so I insisted on being seen that day. The secretary informed me that my physician, Dr. S, was not available, but I could come in to see his partner Dr. T later that afternoon. I immediately agreed and arrived a few hours later.

    Dr. T seemed like a very nice man. He spoke with a Russian accent and looked to be about fifty. He had a very serious look on his face as he asked me about my symptoms. I described my experience that weekend, and then he examined me. He didn’t notice anything unusual during his examination, but he saw that I had a very short record of office visits. He suggested I wear a heart monitor for twenty-four hours to test if my heart was experiencing any problems under different stress levels. I agreed and returned the next day to get the monitor hooked up.

    2

    Playing Detective

    As a good detective would do, Dr. T tried to isolate the guilty organ from several suspects through a process of elimination. Suspect number one was my heart, with the monitor acting as a polygraph to see if it was really behaving the way it appeared during the visit. I wore the monitor for the next twenty-four hours everywhere I went.

    Going to work with it was very embarrassing. I wore my colored long-sleeve shirt, leaving it untucked so no one would see the monitor, but this was very unusual for me as at work, I always wore a tucked-in white polo shirt. At the time my wife and I owned a deli in the marina of Alameda, and we had a very regular clientele. Everybody noticed I was dressed differently, but I continued to make up explanations for my change in attire.

    In the evening when I got home, Motty called to see if I wanted to go for a walk. I hesitated for a minute because I didn’t want him to know that I had a heart monitor. However, in the end I decided to join him in order to test the monitor at a different activity level. Once again, I hid the monitor under my untucked shirt, and we

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