Although October is intended for breast cancer awareness, there are other cancers out there, as dangerous, and even if they…
Although October is intended for breast cancer awareness, there are other cancers out there, as dangerous, and even if they are caught early, they can be forgiven.
George Wright is such a survivor of lung cancer. But even today he continues to smoke. He just can not give it up, even though he’s on oxygen now, 24/7. But do not judge him, he said.
Wright wrote a series of articles about his battle for Herald and News 2009 and part of it follows here. Wright, a malin native, was 73 at the time when his cancer was materialized. Today he is 82 years old. He was a tactical instructor of the Air Force early in his career (1
955-1977) and worked at the Pentagon for the common executives. He worked in the small computer industry in Philadelphia and Washington, D.C., with side trips up and down the east coast. Then he bounced to do several jobs before settling in Klamath Falls in 1987.
Here are some excerpts from his story:
On April 20, 2009, because I hosted blood, I received CT scan. My doctor found a plate cell cancer in my right lung, high on the run. Personally, I thought it was a hair ball. I was wrong.
On May 7, I met a radiologist and oncologist. I found out that this was a nasty little bugger and surgery is not a likely alternative because of the tumor’s position, ergo radiation and chemotherapy indicated. I wondered if Medicare could tell me that the cost of treatment would exceed my blue book values and just choose to totally out … If I were not going to treat carcinoma, I would survive maybe a year.
This story is not unique. It is repeated throughout the United States with minor differences in details and names over 200,000 annually, resulting in 160,000 deaths, wright writes.
May 12 at the Sky Lakes Medical Center, I had a stint – known as a portal – inserted in my neck and shoulder area, through which you can pour chemicals and other dirty nostrums.
How could I, as a western captain, blood-blooded hunter and protector, fire my rifle and shotgun from my right shoulder? If I was at risk of pounding a titanium, a nickel’s size, deeper into my shoulder?
I was disappointed to find that the portal did not come in designer colors and did not have a peck.
After a battery of test and chemotherapy treatments, Wright thought everything went well “until the wheels came out”.
On June 2, I was barely aware when I went to the cancer center for a blood sample. The oncologist stashed my hull in the intensive care. I had enough plastic tubes in my body to make a decent drip system for a medium hobby farm.
The interval between chemotherapy treatments is just 21 days, then a 40-day break and more tests.
In December, carcinoma no longer shows PET scanning and today Wright’s cancer is in remission.
During his trial, he had many words of wisdom for them in a similar pickle and for those who know a cancer patient.
“I do not claim to be stronger or weaker for this adversity than any other cancer sufferers. We handle and deal with trauma in different ways. Humor has always been a part of my life, almost always unscripted and spontaneous, often to my Shame. Humor can often express a shade better than well-written prose.
“Mortality should not be a heavy burden; We carry it all but please, please stop and be kind to someone, volunteer for something, smell the rose and pick daisy. It’s what tastes life and gives it meaning and consistency. “