I’m 48, so I was hoping to stay around for my wife for a while yet!
I had melanoma when I was 20, deep enough that they told me it could have gotten picked up by the lymph node but it seems I dodged a bullet there. I decided a year ago I was tired of being fat so I had surgery in May, this was all discovered after they did the blood work since then.
Again like my melanoma it was discovered by accident. My skin cancer on my back was spotted by a vacationing pathologist standing next to me. I was changing my shirt in the big tent while fishing a couple of hundred miles north of the arctic circle in Canada, which by luck probably saved my life then too.
I had just turned 49 when I was diagnosed, with a wife and three kids at home. I was prepared for eternity but scared to death about leaving my wife and kids alone. My faith kept me sane through the first year.
Keep strong though, a diagnosis of cancer is not a death sentence, especially with blood cancers. And if you are told you don’t have cancer, it is not a guarantee you will live through tomorrow, live like it.
I’ll send up prayers tonight, I hope you have good news tomorrow.