On Tuesday, March 3rd I was scheduled to have surgery to remove a cancerous tumor from my colon and additional surgery to resection a different part of my colon. Initially, it was believed that if the tumor was removed, the cancer would be cured and I could get back to eating nachos.
Unfortunately, once I was opened up, it was clear that there was more than one tumor. In facts, there were little tumors all through my abdomen, in the peritoneum, around my small intestine, in the surrounding fat layer, and in the nearly 7 liters of fluid that was drained from my belly.
This means the cancer is an aggressive, Stage-4 and is inoperable and that makes this cancer terminal.
At the moment, I cannot eat or drink. I am able to enjoy some ice chips but the liquid must be pumped out of my stomach routinely. It’s not super comfortable but believe me when I say, the ice chips are complete bliss and my most precious possession right now.
On Thursday, March 5th, I will have a chemotherapy port added to my chest. It is hoped that an early round of chemotherapy will reduce the inflammation in my colon enough for liquids to pass through. This would allow me to subsist on a liquid diet, which would be glorious by comparison to not being able to eat or drink at all. Deciding to do some chemotherapy is more to do with quality of life. I am in no pain right now, but I would REALLY like some apple juice. And if I can get to a place where I can have apple juice, it’s worth the struggle.
There is no chance for a cure but it’s possible the chemotherapy will give me additional months instead of the few weeks I have now.