The surviving story of Barry Stein, a remarkable man!

The surviving story of Barry Stein, a remarkable man!

The surviving story of Barry Stein, a remarkable man!

My name is Barry Stein and this is my story as a cancer survivor. In 1995, I was diagnosed with metastatic colon cancer stage IV. Few of us, cancer survivors can forget what we feel when we announced the cancer diagnosis. I remember the effect it made me like it was yesterday. I was crushed by the news. I felt a surge of emotion and I suddenly began to panic. I started to sweat. I felt bombarded with information, launched faster than I could understand. I felt angry and I am sorry for myself. I wondered why this was happening to me and if I would have the opportunity to see grow my young family. I tried to digest the fact that my life was suddenly threatened by a disease that invaded me slyly, without symptoms. I thought doctors were probably wrong. I felt absolutely normal. They had certainly made a mistake.

I knew virtually nothing about cancer, but I had preconceived ideas. I associated the word cancer with death. Still, when the doctor told me the cancer had spread to my liver and my colon I had thirty percent chance of surviving five years, I could not accept it. I knew I had to fight. I wanted to do everything possible to improve my situation, but I had no experience in this field and I understood very little of the information that was provided to me. I was determined to do all possible research to be able to make informed decisions about my treatment. If I had been more aware of this disease, and I would be me tested for colon cancer in time, I could have avoided years of treatments, surgeries and pain and suffering for me and my family. Fortunately, after much hard work and quite scary moments, things have turned out well. I even saw my three children to marry in exceptional individuals and I now have two beautiful grandchildren.

My determination was a very important first step in my experience with cancer. Whatever the emotion you may feel after a diagnosis of cancer, it is likely that eventually you will face the reality of the situation and you decide how you will fight. I now know that cancer colorectal is preventable, treatable and curable. That is why I have devoted my life since 1995; to make others aware of the disease, to support patients and their families, and to advocate for screening programs for colorectal cancer in Canada, as well as equal and timely access to effective treatments to improve patient outcomes. I am the president of the Canadian Colorectal Cancer Association and we are here to increase awareness of colorectal cancer by demonstrating the importance of screening. It is not obliged to be sentenced to death. We can make a difference together. Support us so we can support you! 
The fight against cancer in time historical

The fight against cancer in time historical

From Egypt to the present day, the cancer has been part of the history of mankind. These images show how it has been fighting this disease. It is called cancer and is one of our worst enemies. It comes suddenly, like the friend who called to be dropped at home. An x-ray with a strange spot, an analytical unexpected values. The time between doubt and certainty, enough for the mask is removed. And say, "here I am, I have come to stay."

That's when the fight against cancer begins. Battle without truce. Cancer, damn cancer, which has led some of our friends and most beloved family. Cancer, damn cancer, the same that have survived many others. The history of humanity has also been a fight against time, a struggle to understand, disentangle, discover and cure this disease. This hundred diseases. On the World Cancer Day, we look at ten historical images on this eternal battle:

First reported cases in Egypt

The fight against cancer in ten historical images

Since when we know that there is cancer? Some say that this disease is as old as mankind. Reason does not lack. The first clinical cases were found in the papyrus of Edwin Smith, a historical document in 1,600 BC collected some details about this disease.

Belonging to the era of the dynasty XVII, it was found and acquired by the merchant Edwin Smith in 1862. He is currently exposed at the Academy of Medicine in New York, although not the only Egyptian relic in which the cancer is described. Also the papyrus George Ebers, considered one of the oldest medical treatises, collects some details on possible cases of breast cancer and uterine cancer.

The origin of the 'crab'
If there is a key figure in the history of medicine , it is certainly Hippocrates . Greek was the first to use the term 'karkinos' (καρκίνος) to refer to 'canker' or 'cancer'. It is curious, as this concept also derives the word 'crab'. Some historians attribute this similarity between crab and cancer to "tumors are as hard as a shell." Cancer is also a tenacious disease, which manages change of location in the body. Even some cases of breast cancer are similar to the legs of a crab -like appearance.

Greek mythology also includes the concept of crab. In the struggle of Heracles against Hidra of Lerna, the hero gets escape the crab sent by Hera to bite her feet and hinder him in the fight. He failed to kill him, but he survived the attack 'karkinos'. Today we see this battle in a lekythos preserved in the Louvre in Paris.

Cancer in the Middle Ages

The fight against cancer in ten historical images

On World Cancer Day is much talk about advances in treatments and therapies against the disease. But the fact is that this fight extends back in time to the Middle Ages itself. As an example we can point to Clara Jacobi, a woman who suffered a massive brain tumor. In the 1689, and with rudimentary techniques of the time, they managed to surgically remove the mass that had grown on the neck of this Dutch.

How to operate a tumor?
It would have to pass a century until they understand how the surgical removal of a tumor could be done. For Jacobi, it was easier to extract the visible mass. But what would happen if the tumors were located in the body? The scientific basis the first determined Giovanni Battista Morgagni, an Italian doctor who forever changed pathology. He began performing autopsies in a more careful manner, improving the diagnosis of many diseases.

After the work of Morgagni, the Scottish surgeon John Hunter suggested that cancer could be "removed" from the body. As happened with Jacobi, Hunter argued that the tumor masses that were developed within the body also had to be removed. His book can be consulted today online through the archive of the National Institutes of Health (NIH) in the United States.

The cellular origin

The fight against cancer in ten historical images

Why cancer occurs? This question is often raised by patients and families. Until the nineteenth century, medicine had striven to know where tumor masses appeared and how to eliminate them from the body. But it was Rudolf Virchow who first understood the root of the cancer was in our own cells. In 1858, he wrote in Diecellulare Pathologie that the basis of any disease should be studied and understood at the cellular level. Also cancer. Today his work remains fundamental: much of the research focuses on understanding how errors occur in our cells for a tumor originates.

From World War I to chemo
Who knew strife medical advances allow us to achieve? The truth is that science war has developed in very difficult times, getting unexpected benefits. One of the highlights is undoubtedly the advent of chemotherapy. During World War I, hundreds of soldiers feared suffering the effects of mustard gas. This chemical agent, first used by the German army in the town of Ypres, was able to destroy the bone marrow. Chemotherapy was developed through research of mustard gas

In 1942, scientists at Yale University decided to investigate why. They found that mustard gas was an alkylating able to modify the DNA in our cells. Composed Subsequent studies led to the development of chemotherapeutic drugs such as chlorambucil, melphalan or busulfan, widely used in treating leukemias, lymphoma or myeloma. He was born chemotherapy. Gordon Isaacs was only seven months old when his mother took him to the pediatrician. The medical examination did not raise suspicions, but Helen felt that something was wrong. He felt there was something strange in the eyes of his son. His suspicions were true. In 1955, an ophthalmologist discovered that the child suffered double retinoblastoma in both eyes, a type of childhood tumor malignant cells affecting retinal tissues.

CancerExisting treatments were wholly threatening. They could choose to surgically remove the tumor, which would hurt forever baby's sight. Maybe they should try cobalt radiation. None of the solutions seemed to remedy the problem suffered by the small Gordon. Then came the visionary Henry Kaplan , a pioneer physician in the field of radiobiology.

Kaplan decided to use linear accelerators that could attack tumors Gordon, minimizing tissue damage unaffected. There was only one problem: they had never been used in a real patient. Less than a baby. Helen decided to accept the proposal of the doctor, who lead the hospital for six weeks, in which the child would have to be anesthetized daily to receive a dose. So it was the birth of radiotherapy , which would then be applied successfully by Kaplan in the treatment of Hodgkin lymphoma.

The snuff is carcinogenic
Happened in 1970. President Richard Nixon announced the ban on snuff advertisements on radio and television. The measure was -tardía- response to a report six years earlier by Luther Terry in a historic press conference. At the conference the results of the document Report on Smoking and Health were clear: the snuff produced cancer.

National Library of Medicine
The first suspicions about the snuff soared in 1939. Some scientists began to warn that snuff could be a potent carcinogen, but the tobacco industry pressures were too strong. Today we know that smoking is responsible for 90% of cases of lung cancer. For some, unfortunately, this statistic comes too late.

Environmental toxicants
The same year in which died of cancer Alfred S. Bloomingdale, inventor of credit cards, the US government informed the residents of Times Beach (Missouri) that their city was contaminated by some environmental toxicants. As a result, the town had to be evacuated and demolished urgently.

Tery Fox (Star File Photo)
Times Beach thus became a symbol of environmental effects on our health. The culprits were toxic dioxins, which had been dumped on unpaved roads in the area. Today the World Health Organization recognizes the high toxicity of these chemicals, which depopulated region of the United States.

A career for hope
The fight against cancer has not been without difficulties. Perhaps who best represents these obstacles is Terry Fox , Canadian athlete who led the marathon for hope. At the young age of 19, Fox was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a malignant tumor that affected his knee. Doctors could not do more to amputate the leg, then apply a treatment based chemotherapy. Terry Fox managed to raise public awareness of the importance of research.

Terry Fox knew that the administration of chemotherapeutic allowed to have a 50% chance over beat cancer. But that was not the most surprising percentage. Only two years earlier, his chances were reduced to 15%. That's where the athlete understood the importance of cancer research. With the aim of raising funds for science, in 1980 he started across Canada from end to end. In total 5,373 kilometers he traveled in 143 days. His marathon for hope at the time raised 1.7 million dollars. Fox had won, showing how important it was to fund research of this disease. Unfortunately, he could not win his personal battle. In 1981, he died from complications of cancer. Terry Fox became a true symbol and an example of hope for millions of patients worldwide.
Stephanie and Madison Janes

Stephanie and Madison Janes

Stephanie and Madison Janes
Barely ten weeks old, little Madison had a "glow" in the eye, remembers her mom, Stephanie Janes. But not exactly the spark that shines in the bright eyes of a newborn. No! it was something different. "You can clearly see on the pictures taken of the small as a baby. The overexposed shots, "Madison right eye is red, while her left eye appears white." The thing was worrying enough for new parents, Stephanie and her husband, Todd, take without waiting for their little baby to the doctor even if it was the day of her baptism. A few hours notice, they took the first flight of Happy Valley-Goose Bay to St. John's (Newfoundland), where they met with specialists Janeway Children's Health and Rehabilitation Centre. The worst news they could have imagined awaited them: Madison was diagnosed with a rare and potentially deadly form of retinoblastoma, a cancer of the eye.

"We were collapsed," said Stephanie, who was aged 24 at the time. "All I heard was the word" cancer, "and I could not detach myself. " Again, the family had to fly away, this time to Toronto, the Hospital for Sick Children, where Madison underwent removal of her left eye which has since been replaced by a prosthesis. There at least, good news awaited Stephanie and Todd: the cancer had been detected in time and was not extended.

She still had that Madison remains under close supervision. So there began what would become a ritual followed by monthly visits at SickKids. The journey was long and costly in Stephenville (Newfoundland), birthplace of Stephanie, friends of the latter have organized fundraisers to help the little family to pay the travel costs and Janes were accommodated in Ronald McDonald house Toronto. This regular monitoring was not in vain as it allowed doctors to diagnose a tumor in the right eye of Madison after she reached the age of two years.

"My biggest fear was that my daughter lose sight," says Stephanie. "But doctors found the tumor so quickly they were able to save the eye. And cancer was never more manifest later. "

Madison now an eight year old girl in good health and smart continues to travel regularly to Toronto for follow-up visits. On the last trip, Stephanie Todd and her little sister Morgan were also the part and the whole family has the opportunity to do some sightseeing at the same time. In the two years between the first and second diagnostic Madison, Stephanie and Todd have got a crash course on the art of being parents, of course, but especially parents of a child with cancer. They experienced the full range of emotions; First overwhelmed, confused and terrified, they became more and more solid and pragmatic. "I thought it was all of us," says Stephanie. "But when you cross an event like this, you come out stronger. I would do anything to help Madison to pursue the path of her life. "
Dither against prostate cancer

Dither against prostate cancer

Dither against prostate cancer
When he thinks the time spent to keep a chart of its prostate-specific antigen (PSA), Jon Picken said laughing that he wished his balance sheet follows the same upward trend. However, although the monitoring of the evolution of its own PSA was Jon finally received the new undesired diagnosed with prostate cancer, it has also helped discover the disease in time to react. Jon began to notice on a chart its results to PSA testing in the late 1990s after several stable results at the same level, his PSA levels have not only started to increase, but also to the at an accelerated rate: 2.06 in 2007; 3.05 in February 2010; 3.69 in November 2010; and 3.96 in January 2011.

Although these rates remained in the range of normal levels of PSA for a man of 68 years, Jon's proactive approach to their own health it was useful and it has provided important information that prompted him, in consultation with her ​​doctor, a urologist. the urologist, Dr. Rajiv Singal of Toronto East General Hospital, had never met anyone who had followed his own rate APS so closely and agreed with Jon that regular upward trend justified to ignore the fact that the rates remained in the range of normal levels for his age, and he ordered a biopsy. After the biopsy and subsequent analysis, Dr. Singal invited Jon and his wife, Anne, to come to his office to discuss the results. "I nearly fell over backwards when he told me that I had prostate cancer," recalls Jon, speaking of his initial reaction to the diagnosis. He had no physical symptoms usually associated with early prostate concerns about his age.

At his desk, Dr. Singal took the time to fully explain the treatment options and possible side effects. In the end, Jon decided to take no further risk and he opted for the complete removal of the prostate. "I am by nature rather dynamic and proactive. I was lucky to have three wonderful children and six grandchildren." After the removal of the prostate, tests have shown that Jon was actually suffering from a very aggressive cancer. Looking back, Jon can not help but remember the events that led to his prostatectomy and wonder what would have happened if he had not held his graph PSA. Years after scored his first point on his chart, Jon summarizes his story in a clear imprint of gratitude voice, and stresses that all men can and must care more so proactive about their own health. "Many men behave as if the disease could not hit them and reluctant to talk about health issues or even take the test. "He quickly added, however, that noted significant improvements in this respect, through the unremitting efforts of Prostate Cancer Canada." CPC plays a huge role in awareness of prostate cancer."

Today, in addition to participating in various fundraising initiatives and awareness for prostate cancer, Jon continues to devote its most important resource, his precious family, approaching her with happiness 50th wedding anniversary with Anne.
Survivor of Hodgkin Disease Story

Survivor of Hodgkin Disease Story

Survivor of Hodgkin Disease Story
Shortly after my 40th birthday, I took a sip of Pinot Grigio and immediately felt a stabbing pain in my neck and shoulders. I was at a cocktail with colleagues and I did not make a big deal of it, so I continued chatting. But the pain lasted several hours. At first I was not too worried, I recently had a massage and I thought that the therapist must have pushed too hard on my neck and around my collarbone. But over the next few weeks, he kept going. If I had a glass of wine at a party or a beer at a game Indian whenever the throbbing pain would kick in and take a few hours. Nothing I DID ice, heat, ibuprofen-seemed to help.

When I finally understood the connection between alcohol and the pain in my neck and collarbone, I do not know what to make of him. I'm not one of those people who runs to the doctor every time she has a headache, but it was too weird. So I googled "pain in the lymph nodes after drinking alcohol" (I had mono swollen glands and as a kid, so I knew there was lymph nodes in both areas which were badly).

I quickly found a thread on the site Leukemia & Lymphoma Society where people spoke of "the pain alcohol weird." They had Hodgkin's disease, a cancer of the lymphatic system. The idea that my strange symptom might have some something to do with the cancer seemed crazy! Besides, at the time, I did research, I did not have any of the classic symptoms of Hodgkin's disease, such as a lump in the neck, armpit or the groin, fever, night sweats, unexplained weight loss or itching. I was pretty exhausted, but I blame it on all the travel I was doing for work and pushed to the back of my mind.

A few weeks later, I was in the shower when I felt a bump coming out of my left collarbone. It was really hard and the size of one of those bouncy balls kids get supermarket vending machines. It does not hurt, but it was a symptom, I could not ignore and I had a sinking feeling that meant Hodgkin.

Answers, please!
I tried not to panic. I immediately went to my primary care doctor and calmly told him about my symptoms and what I had read online. He ordered an X-ray and a blood test, but both came back inconclusive. Because Hodgkin's disease is not common (only about 8,000 people are diagnosed with it in the United States each year), he said I probably had a bacterial infection and put me on antibiotics. I really, really want to believe.

I started the medication and of course, I was not supposed to drink any of it, so I did not feel any pain in the neck. But a week later, the bottle was empty and the lump was still there. Before I could go back to my doctor, I happened to tell my brother and sister-in-law what was happening. In one of those strange twists of fate, my brother-in-law regularly see a haematologist for blood without Transgender Hodgkin report is considered a blood disease because it comes from a type of white blood cell. She called her doctor and he agreed to see me the next day. As I sat in the office of Dr. Alan Lichtin anxiously waiting for answers, he told me that feel pain while drinking alcohol is actually a symptom of Hodgkin's disease, a rare but pretty. In his 25 years of practicing medicine, he had only seen another patient who had experienced the same thing. He said he was not 100% sure that I had cancer, but he was taking no chances: He ordered a surgical biopsy for later this week. Unfortunately, when I got the results, my suspicions were confirmed. I had stage IIB nodular sclerosis Hodgkin's disease, I was relieved to know, is considered an early diagnosis.

A wealth of support
I am still puzzled that I did not panic and began to sob in the doctor's office, but I was determined to stay strong for me and especially for my parents, who were with me when I heard. My older brother had undergone surgery the previous year to remove a malignant tumor from his kidney. (He is healthy now, but his illness was devastating for my parents, who are in their 70s) And suddenly, another of their children faced with cancer. All I could do was turn Dr. Lichtin and ask, "What do we do now?"

Surgery was not an option. With a blood cancer such as Hodgkin's disease, it is not a malignant tumor to remove. The lump in my neck was a lymph node that was swollen because of the way the disease was affecting my whole body. To fight against cancer, I needed to start chemo right away.

I went to the Cleveland Clinic for sessions of chemo-six hours, once every two weeks for 16 grueling weeks. My mom and dad went with me to every appointment and every time I needed a shot of inspiration from my father would simply say, "Normandy." I grew up watching films of World War II with him, and during the time I was in the hospital, often talked about the heroic soldiers were and how they must have woken up every day wondering if it would be their last. Think of them helped me keep my own battle in perspective.

While I was going through treatment, my parents took care of my dog ​​and spent the night with me after each chemo session. Friends brought dinners, walking my dog ​​and shoveled my driveway. My two brothers kept me laughing, even when laughter seemed impossible. My boss and other colleagues, even kept me company during chemo several times. I know it sounds cliche, but really getting sick renewed my faith in the goodness and generosity of others.

I have been in remission for over a year now. I'm finally starting to feel like my old self and energetic I am able to be active again and do things like ice skating. The first time I had a sip of alcohol, I was on tenterhooks, waiting to feel that pinch pain. But fortunately I havent and I hope I never will. Since I fought against cancer, many of my colleagues, friends and family to talk me about their aches and pains. I literally had people come to me and say: "Feel my neck" I humor them and usually do, but I remind them that if they are concerned about cancer or any other condition, they must consult their doctor. Many people brush them because the strange symptoms, especially they are afraid of being perceived as a hypochondriac or crazy. Do not be. listening to your instincts can save your life. I know it saved mine.
This is my story: "F*ck Cancer!"

This is my story: "F*ck Cancer!"

This is my story: "F*ck Cancer!"
Diana suffered from breast cancer and has a message for us: no, it's not the best thing that ever happened to her! This is her story. During my chemotherapy, I experienced a moment of solitude my network of friends has changed dramatically, I had very few calls from my colleagues, and my family was not as present I would have liked. In addition, the person I was for some time left me unable to cope with the situation. And yet, it was not the worst time! At first I was very focused on my fight against the disease. I was looking after me, keeping in mind the idea of ​​taking my life exactly where I had left it: I occupied a key position in a major company in the field of the show when I received the diagnosis cancer. I was a permanent employee for several years, having long worked as contractual. I loved my job, which allowed me to travel, meet interesting people and be creative. After 10 months of absence, so I found my post with will be even stronger and more powerful than before, as if to say that the cancer had not been a parenthesis in my life.

On returning to the office, I quickly found that nobody had decided to celebrate my return. Each was as if nothing had happened. I understand that the disease puts people uncomfortable, but this silence was deeply hurt. So I did my progressive return several weeks in an atmosphere a little tense. Then, after some time, I began to experience symptoms that I did not understand: accelerated menopause, heat, anxiety, insomnia. The doctors told me that I had thyroid problems and I suffered post-traumatic stress as a result of my cancer and chemotherapy. "Your problem is that you behave as a victim you", then told a colleague. I could strangle him! Yes, I was a victim, a victim of cancer. It is not a question of behavior! To help me adjust to everything that had happened, I began to follow a therapy with a psychologist specialized in oncology (a research center on breast cancer gave me the consultations). I then realized that I was doing a depression. Then, I went to meet someone from human resources to try to find a solution to the discomfort I felt in the team since returning. It's been a big mistake. My health has been trivialized by the person that I saw, and information that should have remained confidential were probably made in high places. But I'll never be sure. Anyway, I was fired. The reason? According to management, I was unable to keep pace with rampant expansion of the company. But I had worked as a frantic since my return! I had the impression of receiving a stab wound in the stomach.

I was in remission, but all that had happened at work had plunged me into an existential crisis. Despite myself, I was influenced by the prevailing discourse: I thought after defeating the disease I would be a woman more fulfilled, happier. A close friend even told me: "It will give you mature." Well, not at all! Yes, my values ​​have changed since that event: the performance at all costs to work, in particular, is less important than before to me. But in life, I'm still as passionate and impulsive a teenager!
Now she works with children with cancer itself

Now she works with children with cancer itself

Now she works with children with cancer itself
The old letter. Hey, I'm 7 years old and am for the first time in the hospital. Today is January 5th 1987, actually the day has not started so great. My mom morning phoned my doctor, and told her that I have a very bad disease, leukemia's. I do not know yet exactly what it is - something with the blood, I think - but it must be very dangerous, because my mom was crying so much and she went to the hospital with me. I also cried because she was so sad, and because she has said that I must stay in the hospital a long time. When we arrived here, it was not nice, because who am constantly pricked and removed a lot of blood. Even in the back they have stung! But now doeth it not hurt anymore, I'm just still so tired.

Hospital letter
My mom is already quite a long time to talk with one of the doctor and then they want to get me fries. Right now is the sister and picks me up for ultrasound. I write only fast a letter for my mom - with links is pretty hard, but at the right hand is indeed the drip - and then I have to go already.

8.Geburtstag

After chemotherapy and irradiation, intensive therapy was almost time for my birthday in the summer over and after 2 -year term therapy and 5 years follow-up, I have been healthy, "sent into life as". Everything was wonderful, I have brought primary school without loss of time behind me and I'm gone over to high school. In addition to the two instruments, I have learned, I drove a lot of sports and was almost never sick.

Well, that's all now up over 20 years ago. Since then, not only my spelling has improved, but otherwise I would consider myself quite as a healthy, fun-loving young woman.

In summer 1994, then

- I was just on a language study trip back from London - I discovered a "Knubbel" in the bar. "Nothing to worry about, just a hernia!" Was the statement. That was also true, but unfortunately it was found in the hernia and a few small lymph nodes, which, as it turned out quickly, were malignant. After a short time it was clear that no new cases, but a relapse!

Oh no, all over again!

Well, that's unfortunately not quite met, because the therapy was compared for the first time, first and second, significantly more violent. But there were also improvements such as the glorious invention of the Hickman catheter, and no radiation. 
On the whole, I'm come through quite well (apart from infections, nausea, etc.) through this intense time.

So again during 2 years and 5 years follow-up therapy.

At the end of that time I was 21 years old and have it spent 14 years in the company of "Haunerianer." I can not complain because everyone was always very nice, and also from family, relatives and friends I conceivable get a lot of support. So was the hospital a bit like a second home and even today I visit there, a friend from this period.

But as it goes on in life after such a serious illness? I think I'm much more aware and, above all, I know exactly what I want for my life. So I finished high school with the Abitur, and trained as a pediatric nurse.

Now for over 5 years I have been working in the Schwabing Children's Hospital on pediatric oncology, my absolute 'desire Station ".  Many parents and patients I have since learned how much it means to them, are" alumni "who have gone through similar and become healthy, to have contact.
Professional wrestler wins the fight of his life

Professional wrestler wins the fight of his life

Professional wrestler wins the fight of his life

With its 6 feet tall and 600 pounds, Michael is well known in the ultra-competitive world of professional wrestling. But "Maximum Capacity", as they call their followers, are not you outside or injury or pain. Although some people argue that suffering and discomfort are part of the job, Michael knew something was wrong when multiple wounds on her legs did not heal and the pain became intolerable.

"My legs hurt, gained weight and I had trouble moving. I was aware that I needed help for my open wounds," said Michael. "For me, they were both emotional and physical wounds."

In 2002, Michael was diagnosed with multiple stasis ulcers in legs - injuries that were developed for the blood of the veins do not normally returned to the heart. During the next seven years, he visited many doctors' offices and hospitals for treatment. Unfortunately, the wounds never healed properly and reappeared.

"After the failure of many treatments, was desperate," Michael said. "Chronic pain was unbearable, my quality of life was void and the idea of suicide always had in mind. "

Finally, Michael was referred to the Center for Wound Healing at Memorial Hospital Pembroke in 2009.

"Then, I finally found some hope," said Michael. "I had exhausted all my strength, without the wonderful people of the Center for Wound Healing at Memorial do not know if I would be alive."

The Center for Wound Healing has a multidisciplinary team of physicians, surgeons, nurses and technicians with years of experience in the treatment of difficult wounds to heal. Patients benefit from individualized instruction, including education for diabetes , foot care, nutrition, help to stop smoking, exercise, skin care and prevention of future injuries.

While receiving outpatient treatment, Michael had to undergo bandages twice a week and received personalized follow-up care.

Michael said: "Fortunately, doctors, nurses and staff of the Center for Wound Healing at Memorial Hospital Pembroke "supported me and cared for me. What's more important, they knew exactly how to treat my wounds and I gave the appropriate follow-up care for me. "

After only twelve weeks, Michael wounds healed and returned to the ring, painless and ready for his next big fight.

"Maximum Capacity returned to the game, and now I smile 24 hours a day!" "People Memorial not only healed my wounds. They saved my career and my life. I feel like I won the lottery!" Said Michael.
LEUKEMIA; It all started so harmlessly

LEUKEMIA; It all started so harmlessly

LEUKEMIA; It all started so harmlessly
As with our 3 1/2 year old son was diagnosed with leukemia, collapsed a world for us. It all started so innocently: Only a flu with joint pain has been suggested, then pneumonia, until finally, after much back and forth a blood test brought the devastating result. It was actually leukemia and not as hoped to the end perhaps just a viral disease. What now? The completion of our own home and the move was imminent, but everything was just incidental. Matters over which one crushed his head or had excitedly, were now almost ridiculous. Just totally unimportant - all that mattered was our little one.

We were only in a deep hole, one wonders: "why our child," just could not cry - but always tried before the little ones to keep a good face and joyful courage?. If only it were that simple. In this difficult beginning, it helped us a lot not to be alone. My husband and I were the first time ever together on his bed - it was now the single most important thing we could do for him. He just needed our closeness in this unfamiliar environment and with so many new faces.

Later, when the whole thing had recorded something and we took turns with the care. Also from our families we had strong backing so that everything at home continued to run at least somewhat normal, which is in view of the fact that my husband is self-employed and an operation with 2 employees leads, not so simple. But by joining forces succeeded in everything. Even the parade with all the trimmings, so that our son, when he first had the honor to go home could, in the new home, to which he was so pleased, move.

Clown At this point I would like to mention that the part of the station everything is tried, one as much as possible to help. Doctors and nurses and the social workers are available at any time for an interview made available, which is also very important in the beginning, because everything is unknown and new and you handle the situation simply can not handle. For the kids - and not least for himself - creates an informal atmosphere: Everybody knows everybody, knows about its being communication, you can exchange opinions, the kids play with each other, etc.

Meanwhile, we have the second of three blocks placed chemotherapy almost behind us and are in good spirits. How bad was the beginning also, how bad it also fared, it will come back better days. There is only one way: the Forward! One must learn to live only from day to day, plan ahead not great. It would be already on the smallest progress. Every success is a step forward - toward healing.

However, one must not be tempted to make comparisons with others. Every child is unique, as his treatment and ultimately the chances of recovery!

Still fall to drink me this one a few lines:

Never ask why and how,
an answer can not give you.

Today still happy and glad,
tomorrow so meaningless life.

But one thing that was said to you:
never lose courage.

And you're still so despondent,
in the end everything is still good.
Chronic Myeloid Leukemia

Chronic Myeloid Leukemia

Chronic Myeloid Leukemia
Hi, I'm Mark, ill 19 years old and last year in July to chronic myeloid leukemia. It was a beautiful summer day on 2 July last year: I went to a performance course for referees after my vocational school (this is my big hobby). We had to walk in 12 minutes 3000 meters and a few 100-meter sprints make -Usually no problem for me - just on this day there was blew me away and I was totally blacked out.

My teachers have the same call the paramedics, who then took me into Fürth Klinikum. A blood sample was taken from me there. After that I wanted to go at your own risk again, but since then the blood test results were already there and walking had done himself. I was taken from Fürth Klinikum Nuremberg to Nord-Klinikum Station 12 KMT. There I was first overnight. In the morning, 3 doctors came to my room and told me that I have chronic myeloid leukemia: I thought, oh God, that can not be true, I'm only 18 and have your whole life ahead of me and I was always in top shape ', but all that mattered not at this moment. After 4 days of hospital stay, I was discharged and I had to take medication, so that my white blood cell count decreased again. In the one month after the diagnosis I had my friends and my family a great help, this time to cope emotionally. Well, in early October then it started: 6 Full exposures, each 2 in one day in the university clinic in Erlangen, then I was to Nuremberg back into North Hospital, Building 12 KMT station, relocated.

Because the chemotherapy began. In the first infusion, I have not noticed anything, until after the second was amiss. Periodically I also received blood transfusions until 15 November, - that was the day I got my new blood stem cells from an unrelated donor, to whom I owe my life. The bone marrow slowly but surely grew, and I was discharged from hospital just before Christmas, so this was also my biggest Christmas present. Of course I could not charge my body really, and I was allowed to go to no greater human gatherings (without mouthguard). But this time has been put back, and I got my life back almost under control. Only my apprenticeship as a car mechanic, I had to give up, so I'm actually looking for a new job, but otherwise I'm fine.

You always have to feel like the plane: Even after the start you have to join in turmoil, if you again want to land safely. And what's in a man of strength and life energy is incredible. It can really everyone who is affected, also contribute even a small part in his healing. And that should be worth one's health.

Markus, 19 Years
Touching, Teresa's letters

Touching, Teresa's letters

Letter 1 Hello everyone butterflies and of course all kindergarten teachers! 
My mom and I, Teresa write you a letter and you can read it in kindergarten. First, thanks for your great pictures and gifts that I have received from you. Here's a picture of me in the hospital in Munich. There I had to stay very long before Christmas. One must also wash at the hospital and that I am doing, with washcloth and water in the bowl next to me. Can you see? Back to the wall, I glued all the letters and cards I received, and I can always look at you. Also Eure. But now I'm at home with my siblings and mom and dad. Here I play quite often and everything is as always. Just a few pills I have to take. Wednesdays I take a taxi to the hospital in Munich. When you go to kindergarten I drive off in the afternoon and when you go home, I'm going back home. At the hospital I get chemo every male. Who's that, you ask? The write and I paint the next time.
Many greetings
Teresa

Letter2 Dear butterflies and all who read my letter!
I hope you liked my last letter? Today I'll tell you who the chemo males and what they do. When I that first time was examined in the autumn the doctors found a thick dumpling in my belly. This consists entirely of small evil cancer cells. The look something like this:

The dumpling had to get away, so I had surgery. As you sleep very long and Operierer (surgeon) cut the belly on, remove the dumplings and then sew again. That does not hurt, because one sleeps and my big belly is again small and very normal, like all other children. At first I was on my stomach a huge patch, but now we see only a small stroke.

Letter 3 small crumbs with cancer cells are still in my belly. 
These are so small that they can not see. Because even my doctors they can not see all they need help from little men. That is the so-called chemo males. The help with my body to fight that tiny cancer cells so I'm soon back to full health. The chemo males live in a small syringe in hospital.

Every Wednesday, when I go to the hospital by taxi, then I get a syringe with many small chemo males who want to help everyone. They flit immediately get out of the syringe and look for the evil cancer cells in my stomach. Because they have a lot of hunger, they eat at all, they can find. Search for and eat all day. They make almost no break and if you can not eat more because they are so sick then they disappear. No one knows where, they just fly away. If you feel like, then paint a few times but chemo males for me! It is important that you painted them to eyeglasses, because if you are looking for long they no longer look so good. But I'll tell you in my next letter.
Can I write you a letter again?

Letter 4
My chemo males have stayed several times very wild and because you have lost their eyeglasses. You've eaten since my hair cells, which is why my hair is all gone. I've done them all in a box and I'm keeping it.

But if I get any more chemo males by the doctor, then many small hairs grow back and in the fall when the new kindergarten year terms, then my hair is a little long again. Without hair, it is very cold in winter at the head, so I have quite a lot of hats. Always I should ish, but it's like the slippers, you should always wear them, but somehow it is not always. Want to see my hats times ???
I wish you much fun snow play.
See you soon Eure Teresa

Letter 5 Love Theresa!
Thank you for the letters you sent us. You probably already waiting for a response from us -stimmt's?
Through the funny pictures that your mama has painted as well have your illness much better understood. We have read your letters very attentive and the story of the chemo males pursuing with great interest. Now we know what's happening in your belly. We are especially pleased about the fact that you're doing much better and you're at home with your family. We have also managed to paint you some chemo males. Your caps we admired - the gaze of yes really funny. As a princess you please us particularly well. You probably want to also know what is going on with us. Felix was four weeks in South Africa on holiday he wrote us a map that we give you. Felix has brought a precious stone for each child he has picked out for you, too - Drop in the bag. Last week the photographer was with us in kindergarten. He has photographed all of us and made our group photo. He chose very funny names for all children. At Leonie he Pippi Longstocking said. Sebastian was the little professor. So has the photograph a lot of fun. If we get it, then we will send you one. We still walk to our tree and observe what is changing. Meanwhile, he has no more leaves, is also clear it's winter!

Letter 6We were in a small forest next to the kindergarten and have us looking around what you can discover everything there. We have a Burrow found are balancing on logs and have many thick branches brought to play in the kindergarten. Because that has so much to us, we have invited us into the group a forester. He told us about his work in the woods a lot. Together we went into the woods and have since spent a day We have built a large nest and made it a snack. Then we explored the forest. We have learned that the Eichenbaum we always visit about 90 years old is that there are beetles make the trees broken and what a tree needs everything so that he can grow well.

So love Theresa, we wish you that you're on bravely and continue the chemo males are very hard so you will soon be completely healthy and visit us maybe can in kindergarten. And what is with us still going on in the nursery you will learn in our next letter. About mail from you, we always look forward. See you soon your butterflies!

Letter 7 Hello dear butterflies and kindergarten teachers!
Have you already had time to paint Chemo males? My chemo male running again this week very quickly to eat all the evil cancer cells. They run, jump and romp, as in kindergarten, when everyone is out on the playground. They run so quickly back and forth to the small cancer cells to find that they collide or fall sometimes.

Sometimes you notice it is the spectacle of the nose and they see nothing. In my belly, it is also not very bright, or if we have children lamps in the belly ???? So it sometimes happens that they do not only eat together, the evil cancer cells, but also times, inadvertently, catch other good cells.
There are lots of different cells in my and in your cell What could be that?
Belly: blood cells, hair cells, stomach cells, body cells .

Letter 8 Hello dear butterflies
I now have chemo break. That's why I on Thursday, when with you is time to carnival visit you. But I still have to take care of my little man, that they are not sick because they can not seek yes and fight. So I can not get a cold or cough or chicken pox or flu, because there are you then also very poor.

So I and the chemotherapeutic males will not get sick, I always have when I go out of the house put on a surgical mask. The is with Mickey Mouse. Many small viruses that make you sick to fly around in the air when I breathe, I can get cold, cough or something. Even my chemo males then have colds and can no longer work and that is not so good because it then takes longer until I am completely healthy.

So that they can fight long, I have to drink a lot and eat a lot of healthy stuff, so they are strong. The tablets help with, so that all evil will be eaten in my stomach. And the most important thing is that I have a lot of fun, because if it Gehr me well are my chemo males also good. I'm looking forward very much to our Carnival in kindergarten.
Teresa

*Real letter was sent in german.
Alicas experience, a bone marrow disease

Alicas experience, a bone marrow disease

Alicas experience, a bone marrow disease
My name is Alica, I was born on 04.03.1997 and 18 years old. December 2014, I  was diagnosedwith MDS (Mylodysplastisches syndrome). It started with me but already at 2 November 2014th One evening when I had to get up at the TV to make out, I fell into a brief swoon and banged with all my weight on my head. Thereupon arose at a CT of the head, a brain hemorrhage that of my low platelet (In fall they were straight times in 6000) was triggered.

Then I was transferred to a specialist hospital in Hamburg-Altona and laid there for 13 days in an induced coma. When I woke up, I lacked any memories. I could not speak or move, but I learned quickly after a few weeks.

When I again reasonably well recovered, has been studied in Altona, whence came to low platelets. It has some time before they have found that I have a rare blood disease, namely an aplastic anemia. With this diagnosis I was finally released over the weekend and should introduce myself for further treatment at the University Hospital Hamburg Eppendorf.

The first day in the ambulance was very exciting and stressful at the same time. When the doctor talks finally we were explained everything about the upcoming bone marrow transplantation (BMT).

On December 28, 2014 I was accepted for the whole Preliminary stationary on the children. 5 ENT, ophthalmologist, lung CT, MRI of the head, dentist, ultrasound of abdomen, ultrasound of the heart and another bone marrow biopsy I had to go through me. When lung CT finally came out that I have a fungal pneumonia and against every day had to get a drug that can be administered through the vein. The antifungals (Ambisome) I unfortunately very poorly tolerated, I had several times passed after administration. After I've learned that I have a lung fungus came right nor a message.

The results of last KMP (bone marrow aspirate) are there, the fact show that I do not have aplastic anemia, but myelodysplastic syndromes (MDS). With this diagnosis, I started by using the port facility and the CVCs in the KMT.

My weeks on the KMT-Station
On Wednesday 14 January started with me at all after my doctor had brought me to the station and the KMT sisters greeted me all the love.

Now it's getting serious! My Two older brother was 100% bone marrow donors and the chemo began the following day. The first two days I noticed from the chemo is not much, except that I was very tired and I slept a lot. But the following day plagued me nausea. I could not eat, had to throw up again and just felt like a bad stomach infection. That with the nausea continued until the end of chemotherapy, which for me and my mom (with moved into my room) was, of course, damage morale.

End of chemo was finally the day 0 and I got on 01.22.2015 the bone marrow from my brother about the CVC. That was a nice moment that my mom has even detained with her cell phone. The following days I always got a particular drug, which should ensure that the graft is not rejected. However, this dose of the medication had a bad side effect, namely mucositis (stomatitis). At this stage I was unfortunately also dependent on strong pain relievers. A few days later, I realized slowly that inflammation in the mouth a little bit better. A sign that my first leukocytes are there and start to repair his mouth.

On day +18 after transplantation finally you could then look at the first leukocytes in the blood. First it was only 100 500 and then suddenly as fast as I could not see, they had already risen to 1500th

Then it was already far and I was with 1,500 leukocytes finally by the KMT station to the children1. I packed my bags and was brought on a stretcher to the station children1.

That was a feeling!
Inhalation After three weeks in a small room for the first time again fresh air from outside! On the children1 I was still about 2 weeks to get back to learning to eat properly and to be able to swallow the tablet whole. When at last the time has come and I was home, I could not wait to sleep in my bed, and finally come to my family there. But the first time at home we had to adhere to very many rules:

Once a week the bed re-apply,
Towel daily. Change,
Use disposable towels,
out only mouthguard,
many food regulations must be observed,
Daily showers. and lotion,
bd measure. Fever
and always the skin and
observe and inspect the bowels.

And most important, of course, two to three times can check the week in the ambulance to the blood. Now I'm on day +180 and on the road to rehabilitation in the Katharinenhöhe

Best Regard Alica
Best wishes, Carola

Best wishes, Carola

Best wishes, Carola
Hello! ;) So, now I would me and my "cancer history" also like to introduce, My name is Carola, am now 26 years old and I'm from near Hannover. With me on Feb this year, a colon tumor was removed.

I had constant abdominal pain, diarrhea, was constantly tired and exhausted (which the Chamber of the anemia as it turned out) and have damn lot of weight in a very short time. About slimming I am only pleased and thought it would be lucky ... must say that I have brought my son to the world a year ago and had gained a few kilos during pregnancy. : - \

In Sept 2008 was when the diarrhea a lot of blood here ... then I went to the KH and got a colonoscopy. Too bad they have mirrored only half the intestines: - [Except the anemia they could not find anything and sent me home with the Council a large colonoscopy for 100% evaluation yet to let go, but it would not be so urgent, it is determined only ne burst artery or so. And anemia in young women could ever Occurrence could it be that that would be the birth of (the birth was in May !!!) As a colonoscopy is not as comfortable and the doctors me so well calms have, I pushed it in front of me. The complaints, however, remained.

Earlier this year, was taken from me by the family doctor blood and it turned out that the anemia has become much worse and the Doc told me to leave now make the colonoscopy. Then I also: I wanted no anesthesia I could pursue the reflection on the monitor and see the "Monster" with my own eyes! (of course, I knew at the time not know what that is) Samples were taken, I got a referral to CT and the doctor said he wanted to wait for the test results and the findings from CT. A few days later was both before and I had the appointment to discuss: ". Yes, it is, unfortunately, a colon" ... these are the words that I will never forget! Just as his eyes when he opened the door to me, because I knew it actually already. A week later, then was the OP. Histo: pT3b, N0 (0/42), M0, V0, L0, stage 2A, R0. The tumor was almost 10cm tall!

I have only come to all adjuvant chemotherapy. I had the papers to sign before you leave home. At the last moment I was informed but from human genetics, there were studies that say, in my case, this therapy would give me more harm than help. (Also in the cancer forum me was the way by one person - I think you were Birgit () - strongly discouraged) reasons for this are high microsatellite instability in tumor tissue and HNPCC. (By the way is not localized) In my family also had incidentally nobody cancer - except my grandfather, who was a heavy smoker and bladder cancer hatte- therefore are initially all assumed it is not hereditary. Where only one of the two things would have been enough to discourage. I should get 5 FU and oxaliplatin.

I now get no treatment and must only close-knit after-care. I'm doing well under the circumstances, I think. Physically, I am recovering very well, mentally that is sometimes so ne thing. My son gives me a lot of strength and at the same time I'm afraid to have it passed him that I get it back, and so on. I have submitted an application for rehabilitation and wait now that he approved.

Of the doctors I am broadly a little disappointed, I must say. You do not know something about the subject and some are apparently not prepared to deal with it. Real sad. So far I have passed my follow-up appointments into their own way. I would have liked that accepts a doctor's office for me conscientiously. But if you do not take care of himself and always nachhakt ... well. I have now the 3rd oncologists and would not hesitate to also use this switch back, if he is not me uneasy.

My recent follow-up measures (gastroscopy, MRI of the abdomen, blood collection, Gyn.- investigation) were THANK GOD in order! Today I go to the dermatologist and let there make a cancer screening and next week is again an appointment with the oncologist. He probably wants to have a scan, bled he had last week.

I would love to let me times from top to bottom by check ... well eg the brain. But I was told that it was soooo rare that would not be necessary. How do you see that? Another question also haunts me: why is it not possible that the cancer already strikes my child? If he has this gene defect also ... that's really impossible? :?] Oh, that has become pretty long so now. Thanks für's reading.

I wish you all a great week!
Best wishes, Carola
My cancer story

My cancer story

My cancer story
Hi my name is Jörg Erik Conrad. End of May 2010 I had an appointment with the ENT physician. For several weeks, I had a sore throat and had strong night sweating.

The doctor looked me in the neck and said only "oha .. that does not look good" and got me an appointment for the next day in the ENT clinic in Marienkrankenhaus in Hamburg. A very quick diagnosis revealed a large ulcer on the tongue base and had to undergo surgery as soon as possible. This has pretty much been sitting. Probably most patients diagnosed are so shocked as I was. That same night I drove a motorbike to Zollenspieker and spent some time on a bench. I came to the conclusion that was not the end for me. For the next day I was planning the hardest step in the whole thing. I had to tell my kids (17 and 25). That really was the worst for me in my entire life.

At the hospital, a few studies have been done to me still, the cancer had spread, so cut off and irradiation.

During the OP several lymph nodes, the ulcer on the tongue base and a part of the epiglottis me were removed. After the operation I had incredible pain with every breath and every swallow. I was also scared that I did not get a sound to speak out, I did not know if I can ever speak again. Want to cry out in pain and get no sound out, was terrible. 2 days after the surgery, the oxygen content in my blood fell sharply. X-rays showed large spots on my lungs. In order to determine this accurately, I had to endure me a Bronchialskopie. Suffocating pain and the feeling - but it could not find any tumors in the lungs are detected. Then it went on the run (in bed with me) on the ICU. Apparatus, hoses and good people were waiting for me there. I had a pulmonary embolism. On the way to the ICU, I had a very clear idea: We can do it.

I had the great fortune to have a pulmonary embolism. ???? Happiness ??? Yes. Happiness. During this time, me a book has fallen into the hands that my mind and my dealing with my cancer completely changed.

Within 2 days I was reading 'Chemotherapy cures cancer and the earth is flat' Lothar Hirneise. Then I realized, I will not be irradiated. Irradiated tissue is destroyed forever and can never again regenerate properly. After my present knowledge I would not even let me operate. After a week of intensive I came back to the normal station. I could not always speak as I had a stoma in my windpipe. Without this part of the blood from the wound had run into my lungs. All communication functioned in writing. Eventually a valve was inserted into the stoma and I could speak again. What a feeling, if you do not all the time know whether and when to bring out a sound again.

Eventually, I was also nourished no longer hoses. The food was then largely made mashed potatoes. Very bad. Mash consists of fast carbohydrates and these feed existing cancer cells again. I began to protein / linseed to eat for breakfast. I climbed inside kuzer time in my diet to the oil-protein diet according to Dr. Budwig around.

I had several times as heavy bleeding in the throat that I had in the operating room again. Because of pulmonary embolism there were blood thinners, a sequence were just frequent bleeding. All the time in the hospital I was constantly advised by the doctors. to let irradiate me. The pressure was very high. I wonder today, that I could withstand.

After a few weeks I was discharged. Twice I had to in the coming weeks due to heavy bleeding to the hospital. The hospital is good, doctors and nurses as well. I have since felt very well cared for. Unfortunately, conventional medicine knows only surgical, chemo and radiation. I wish that more attention is paid to healing, not only on treating symptoms.

The time in the hospital was very hard. That is hardly possible to describe. Firstly, my own problems, but also the concerns of my family and friends were not to be underestimated. My father took 79 years within a short time from 10 KG.

Back home I changed my diet completely. Next, I had to I proceed to get my life in Ordnug. According to the book of Hirneise I graduated with my cancer a contract that I wanted to solve my problems within 3 months. I did not make it in time, so I extended my contract cancer.

Current status: I am divorced, have a new partner, have shortened my work schedule, and to keep me right. I'm fine, met cancer Treaty.

I was asked why I am opposed to conventional medicine, but the hospital praise. That's easy to explain. With conventional medicine no cancer is cured (my! Opinion). Since the operation I have some problems: some muscles in the neck and shoulders no longer function correctly, many foods, such as Apples, sauerkraut, spaghetti, crumbly biscuits I can not eat because of the consistency.

Since I could the constant recommendations to let me irradiate resist, but I did not have to bear the consequences. The effects of radiation, which would been given me forever damaged tissue in the neck, lower head area, upper chest area, destroyed the main salivary gland. This would result, for example, that I had no more saliva, which leads back to the fact that caries and periodontosis would be a real problem. Tooth loss. The lower jaw would have been no longer sufficiently supplied with blood. Everything is not very desirable. The informed consent discussion in the hospital St.Georg the doctor said more to me that we all do not live forever. Thank you. Today, 5 years after the surgery, I'm cured for conventional medicine.

I am happily married again. 
visit my blog; http://www.rothenburgsort.de/wordpress/meine-krebsgeschichte/ 
JENNIE: BREAST CANCER SURVIVOR

JENNIE: BREAST CANCER SURVIVOR

JENNIE: BREAST CANCER SURVIVOR
The idea of ​​breast cancer was not new to me when I felt a little ball in my breast three months after having missed my appointment for a mammogram in 2000 (my cousin was treated for breast cancer and have participated in treks to raise funds for the fight against the disease). I did not think it would happen to me, so wait a few weeks before calling my doctor. He sent me to get a mammogram and found a lump in my breast. They had a biopsy, which gave a positive result. She informed me that maybe I should not continue with my plans of starting a new job. Although I was surprised, take it easy.

I had a mastectomy with immediate reconstruction, followed by eight sessions of chemotherapy and six daily sessions of radiation. My cancer was aggressive-a 2.5 cm tumor nine affected lymph nodes. When I found out this information, was I understood the seriousness of my illness. I had read about breast cancer and wise than ten lymph nodes that meant he was in serious trouble (this was in 2000, before the sentinel node biopsies were held) Here I was very close, with nine nodes. It was like a slap, I cried like a baby.

I was always proud of my beautiful hair and instead of waiting for my hair to fall, I'd shave and put on a wig. My hair grew back, but it was different. My body became more sensitive after treatment. I often wonder, what are the long term effects of these treatments and medicines.

I wrapped myself in my SHARE after surgery. I helped because I could talk to other people who were survivors of breast cancer. That, along with a positive attitude and my faith was what helped me to pull myself together.

I am now a volunteer at the Line of SHARE and I feel great to be. At the end of a conversation with a woman almost always it feels calmer, less fearful than before, and grateful for the support and information. I facilitate a support group of LatinaSHARE program in East Harlem. It gives me great satisfaction to let other women know they are not alone in their fight against cancer. I encourage you to ask your doctors questions, something I did not do much but it's important. I participated in the annual conference of the Coalition Against Breast Cancer (NBCC) in Washington, DC where I have the opportunity to lobby on Capitol Hill.

Thanks for being a person with such charisma eager to help alos other God bless all their efforts and continue putting nice words is his mind mouth and heart I tanbien am sobrebibiente of cancer but can not ablate disease I allorar not put entries and received such support but I'm a believer and my faith in God mea brought forward that would say no sufisiente esentido the support of my family the only thing my mommy but her life things you soloun month estubo me and had to go ami country of origin felt good in confiansa yle my story a little AYou feel that god bless you and your family
There is always hope

There is always hope

There is always hope
Pierre Leclerc is a pancreatic cancer survivor. In February 2004, her doctor discovered a large mass at the head of this body. Very quickly, the various specialists conclude that pancreatic cancer at an advanced stage. Surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy are linked to the discovery of spots pancreas, liver and spleen, stains, evidence of all, could only be metastases.

"It was at this time that medicine has given up, recalls Peter. They gave me two, three months to live. There was nothing to do except palliative treatment. "The treatment in question has failed to have his skin and had to stop everything. We were then offered to restart treatment at a lower dose. What Peter refused.

"Having tried everything that traditional medicine had to offer me, I signed the discontinuation to favor a better quality of life for my last months among my people. I made it very calmly, in any event and with the consent of my family. "

The rest of the story is amazing. A few months later, tests showed that the "metastasis" were reduced by 75%. "And in December 2004, all traces of cancer cells had completely disappeared and blood markers were back to normal," said Pierre.

Today, Peter is in top form. Formerly an executive in a large company, it has shifted to specialized massage therapy for cancer patients and their relatives. The message he wants to get into is one of hope: "You have to say that even in cases that seem completely utopian, even when all believe that there is no hope, we can not predict the future. You never know what tomorrow will bring, so always keep hope, even when medicine has no more. And above all make the most of life with all our current capabilities. "
Stories of courage and hope

Stories of courage and hope

Stories of courage and hope
Hi my name is Frank Pitman. In May 1999, my younger sister Elaine was rushed to the hospital complaining of abdominal pain. Later that evening, she had to undergo surgery during which part of his colon was removed. Unfortunately, she had advanced colon cancer. Sadly, a year later, May 18, 2000, she died at the age of only 44 years.

The tragic loss of my younger sister could have been avoided if it had been screened for colorectal cancer. A few years later, at age 55, a colonoscopy revealed that I had too colon cancer and that I should undergo major surgery. Fortunately, so far the cancer has not reappeared.

I was very lucky. After being present with my sister during her painful battle against colorectal cancer, I still wonder why I waited so long to I be screened before the disease is discovered. I guess I thought it could that arriving to others. Also, I was embarrassed at the idea that a doctor examine me, and maybe it was the unjustified fear of being tested, I guess I was afraid of what they could discover. What a ridiculous idea!

Looking back, I realize that none of these reasons was valid to postpone a test. The severity of physical and psychological consequences that I experienced after diagnosis, as well as anxiety felt by the people around me, greatly exceeds any fears associated with testing. The pain and suffering could have been avoided if the disease had been detected before it becomes cancer.

While I was recovering, I felt the need to do something to prevent others from making the same mistake I did. I contacted the Canadian Colorectal Cancer Association and I asked them how I could help. I started as a mentor within the ACCC mentoring program and I'm still since 2008.



Stories of courage and hope
- Lorraine Cordeau, a singer, musician and producer Georges Thurston Canada, says "Black ball", which was also the spokesman of the ACCC, agreed to share his story telling how the agency influenced his life during the battle of her husband against colorectal cancer.

"When a stage IV colorectal cancer was diagnosed in George, Barry Stein immediately contacted us to tell us his own experience and tell us the resources and services offered by the association. This gesture has really encouraged George to continue his treatment and also allowed me to better understand what he was going through and how I could help. What was amazing is that people approached George - who has used his celebrity status to spread awareness of the ACCC's name - to say thank you, thanks to you I have passed tests or colonoscopy saved my life, etc. My husband was very proud and I was wondering, but what I would have done without the ACCC? They were so caregivers through this ordeal. When he left us, we had this sort of serene smile, seeming to say, mission accomplished.

 Do you love life? I believe, like George, we should all support our way, the association and its mission. "


- Marie-Josée Lafrance. In July 2008, my husband Martin was diagnosed with colon cancer. There was not much hope, he had only weeks to live. An acquaintance told me, "I have a fantastic story to tell you, the man called Barry Stein, you've got the contacts. He had cancer at the age of 41, like Martin. "So I contacted him. I will always remember this call, he said, "Listen, there's plenty to do. When the doctor says there is nothing to do, knock on the door of someone else, until you say yes, I'll do something. "At that time, we knew that there was perhaps some hope, there were things to do.

We had 31 months together and every day was important because we have three children. Each day had, for us all. In conclusion, I would like to tell Barry, is that I do not know what we would have done without you. Martin, the kids and I, we thank you from the bottom of heart for always being there for us, always have been there.


Stories of courage and hope
- Our thanks to Patrick Connors - son of Jim Connors - for sharing with us the story of the battle of his father against colorectal cancer.

The Jim Connors story. There was a time where it was just a word. A word to shiver, an unreal word, yes, but it was still a word: Cancer. That time is no more than the memory of a naive memory.

It was six years ago, when the colorectal cancer was diagnosed to my father, this unreal word has invaded our family. There are four, he took my father away from his friends and his beloved family. Still to shiver, but not unreal, cancer now represents something different for me. It is too familiar, and bears are lot of associations to memories and intense emotions. Pain. Anger. Stress. Anguish. Nostalgic ideals. But with its intense associations, memories and feelings, there is positive.

Above all, there is the memory of how my father chose to address her condition. He was optimistic despite a gloomy outlook positive despite the pain, and he was immensely concerned with how his illness and his chances of survival were affecting the lives of those who loved him. Then, he chose to help others who had the same disease. He became involved in the ACCC becoming militant. He insisted that there is more awareness of colorectal cancer, for early detection programs and to finance effective drugs. My father believed and supported the ACCC. Through education, support and defense actions, ACCC helping several people like my father and many families like ours. A little positive during the terrible time of need.

I continue to support ACCC after his death, because their work gives me hope to see the day where people know a lot about the word cancer, but in a different way, one way or cancer will less scary, less painful and where the only survivors will be those stories. For more information visit the ACCC here.