AUTHOR LEE DURMAJ, CANCER SURVIVOR WITHOUT RADIATION - PART ONE
This true account by the cancer patient herself is very touching and the information could be useful to other patents who choose not to have chemo. The story will be in several pages, which I will post as they are received from Lee Durmaj. Thank you Lee for sharing this experience with our readers. Robert Hewett Sr.
A Survivor after being diagnosed with Uterus and Ovarian Cancer
It was my decision not to have Chemotherapy or Radiation. [Part 1]
I was diagnosed with uterus cancer by my Specialist after having a curette. A booking was made at the hospital for me to have a hysterectomy. I was sent for a CT scan which showed a large unexplained mass as well. There was the possibility the cancer had spread, then the option available would be Chemotherapy or Radiation or both. Since I was strongly against any treatment it was decided to send me for a bone scan. It came back all clear except to indicate that I had arthritis in a number of places.
After a lengthy discussion with my Specialist it was decided that the surgery was going ahead, hoping and praying that mass was not an indication the cancer had spread. The only certainty that existed was that I did have uterus cancer. On the morning of the 8th of December 2004 I was taken to theatre, my Specialist, whom I consider a very gifted surgeon, performed the surgery needed to remove all my cancer. During the surgery he found I also had Ovarian cancer in both Ovaries.
After my recovery my specialist came to see me and explained to me what he did and told me about the cancer in my ovaries. I know that people go through all sorts of emotions when diagnosed with cancer. I am not sure I felt anything at the time. I know there were no tears because decisions had to me made. It was like looking at someone going through all this but my emotional connection to myself was not there. It was my body, my life, only I could decide what was to be.
The hardest part for me was when I had to tell my sons I had cancer, the look in their eyes broke my heart, I was not ready to die, they still needed me, although not children any more. I have always been close to my sons, my instincts to protect them was very strong. I did not want to leave such a burden on them. I also did not want them watching me die slowly. I also wanted to experience the gift of being a grandmother, to see my grandchilden born and hold them in my arms. They were not even a thought then. I asked God, in His Infinite Mercy, to grant me these wishes, to let me live and to allow me to see and hold my grandchild.
All my family and my friends prayed for me, so many prayers were offered for my recovery. When I chose my surgeon I believe it was Divine Intervention. I first chose the hospital, I have enormous respect for this hospital because it is a Catholic Hospital and I am a Catholic. Then out of all the surgeons who perform this type of surgery I chose my surgeon. I gave his name to my Doctor so he could write a referral for me. I don’t believe many would have trusted me with the freedom to choose the options that I did but my surgeon did. Every part of my recovery was easy, which was also unexplainable since I had other health problems, like high blood pressure and diabetes, deep vein thrombosis.
To be continued
By Leokadia Durmaj
Copyright © 19th August 2011
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