Where shall I begin my story of this journey with cancer? I suppose I shall start at the beginning. It was a cool November evening at our apartment in Santa Clara, California in 2012. We had some friends over for our regular home fellowship group. After an hour of our meeting together I had to use the restroom. I became very alarmed when all that came out was blood in my visit to the restroom. I quietly told my wife, Tanisha, about it and we continued our meeting. After our guests left and we went to bed I could not get comfortable. I had sharp stabbing pains in the right flank of my back. After a couple of hours of trying to endure the pain, I decided to get myself to the emergency room of a local hospital.
My wife and I waited for about 30 minutes to be seen by a doctor. He asked the routine questions. He decided that he wanted an MRI done to determine if I had kidney stones. After waiting almost 2 hours for the results, another doctor came in and told me that I have renal cell carcinoma and walked out. I looked at my wife and said, “Carcinoma! That’s cancer isn’t it?” We were then told that I would be receiving a call from the urology department about setting up a surgery. So we left the emergency room with no real answers as to what was going on. I guess that is all one can expect from a Santa Clara Valley Medical.
A few weeks later I was able to meet with the urologist and he explained that I had a large malignant tumor on my right kidney and would need to have a radical nephrectomy to take care of it. Finally, in early February of 2013 I had the procedure to remove the tumor and the right kidney. I was also recovering from a surgery to my right wrist 3 weeks prior to the surgery to remove my right kidney. I had injured my wrist at work and was out on workers’ compensation. I was in the hospital for 5 days for recovery. I spent the about a week after coming home from the hospital recovering from the pain in my abdominal area where the procedure was done. The next time I saw the urologist he explained that I would be reexamined for cancer in a year by the oncology department. I thought that my days of having cancer were over. I was wrong.
… to be continued