Happy New Year
I wish everybody a Happy and Healthy New Year 2010.
I guess I’m not much of a party person. I went to bed before 9:00pm last night and had a good night sleep. Fortunately, there wasn’t too much firework activity going on, on our block.
The recovery process is still going well. Last Monday though, I had to get back to New York Presbyterian because one of my incisions started to discharge a yellowish substances and it started to burn. There is a relatively deep wound now and it looks kind of creepy. The whole head of a Q-Tipp fits in there. It doesn’t really hurt, it is just uncomfortable and I know that something like that could potentially turn into something more serious. So as I said, the doctors checked it out and concluded that I need some antibiotics and just to keep a close eye on the situation. I need to clean it once or twice a day and then cover it up with a piece of gauze. By the way, it’s not advisable to see a doctor between Christmas and New Year. We had to wait for 2.5 hours. And I don’t blame anybody, that’s just the way it is.
But other than that I’m okay. I still stay away from any strenuous activities and I avoid lifting items that are too heavy. My physical fitness is a catastrophe, I get tired from just walking around a little bit. But that’s okay, next week I will go back to work and after another couple of weeks I will probably start working out again (Witek, get the table and the paddles ready!).
I would like to take this opportunity to thank everybody here from the bottom of my heart for their support and advice. This blog doesn’t have many readers, but those who read it, have given me a great deal of support and help over the past few months and I am truly greatful for that. Yesterday, I received an email from someone who just found out about a 5 cm tumor in one of his kidneys. He told me that my blog helped him to understand what he has to expect during his upcoming cancer journey. I mean, what else can you ask for? This is exactly why I started writing about my wife’s and my cancers. I had the hope that someone in my situation would benefit from my experience. Apparently, it worked.
Some called me “brave” to share publicly my ups and downs. Others were worried over the fact that I had put some photos up on this blog. First of all, I’m the exact opposite of a brave person. What I am, though, is straight forward honest. That can be very tricky or even foolish at times. I might have deprived myself of many good opportunities, I don’t know. But anyway, this is the way I decided to handle my situation. Some people may like it, others may despise it. And that’s okay. In a few months or years down the road, I might look back and retrospectively conclude that it was a mistake. But even then, I will – as always – have Jack Nicholson’s line from in “One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest” in the back of my mind, when he said, after failing to lift a bathroom sink and throwing it through the window, in an attempt to escape a mental institution:
“Well at least I tried, didn’t I? At least I tried.”