“It looks like you have a cancerous mass on your pancreas.”
I listened to the doctor then turned to my wife and said “I knew it.” In a way, I’ve been expecting something like this for years – ever since my sister died from stomach cancer when she was just 29. That night, I didn’t want to fall asleep. I didn’t want to lose one precious minute of time. I wondered what I was going to say to my two beautiful daughters or to my parents. How could I tell them they might lose another child?
One week later, I had surgery to remove the mass. The tumour was about the size of a tennis ball, but they got it all. It was time to brace myself for the next stage.
Then the oncologist at the Cancer Centre in St. John’s told me I didn’t need chemotherapy or radiation, but they would continue to monitor me closely. I stared at him in disbelief, trying to figure out what had just happened. Of course, I was ecstatic. My children had their dad back, my parents – their son. I was going to be okay.
The thing is I didn’t feel okay. I didn’t know how to go from cancer patient to survivor. I struggled with anxiety and horrible panic attacks – waiting for the cancer to return.
That’s when I discovered that the Dr. H. Bliss Murphy Cancer Care Foundation does more than equip the Cancer Centres with leading-edge equipment. They invest in caring for every part of a cancer patients’ well-being – physical, mental and emotional. And they do it because of kind-hearted people like you!