I share that just in case it wasn’t clear. My story begins in the summer of 2018. I stopped eating. I’d take a bite or two of my meal and that was all I needed. I didn’t feel bad, and for the first time in my life I was losing weight, a lot of weight. It was everything my doctors and mother have ever wanted from me.
Then came November. I walked into a regularly scheduled doctor visit and the first words out of his mouth were “you’re yellow.” Yes, I was jaundiced. Turns out it was a blocked bile duct, which we discovered after a CAT scan a day later, along with a suspected tumor on my pancreas.
I’m not sure exactly how these things are decided, but the official diagnosis didn’t come until a couple of weeks later after the hospital’s tumor board met. It was November 20th when the confirmation came – the one-year anniversary of my dad’s passing. It wasn’t a pleasant day.
Following that news, I began chemo treatment. I’ll detail that in a later post. For now, I have to spend a few moments thanking the extraordinary community that has provided mental support, food, prayers, food, visits, and did I mention food. I feel like Jimmy Stewart’s character at the end of “It’s a Wonderful Life”. I’m so touched by the extraordinary outreach from friends, family, co-workers, our synagogue.
It’s enough to make me think I can get through this.
For anyone that cares, I’ll update this blog periodically. Feel free to reach out. And thank you for your support.
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