Bolo
Contributing Partner
I thought for a long time about posting my thoughts on this subject because it is so personal and maybe disturbing to some.:unsure: There may even be some who think that this web site is not even the appropriate place for this subject. But considering that this is the "raft up" where "general chatter, great thoughts, mindless rambling, and frank exchanges" are welcome, I figured I'd give it a shot.
About two months ago I was diagnosed with cancer. Tonsil cancer to be exact. Now this does have something to do with sailing, at least in my case, so stay with me here for a second. I learned to sail about six years ago with my wife. We soon after bought our first boat, a Hunter 285, which we honed some of our sailing skills on. This past spring we bought our Ericson 32 and ended up falling in love with another boat all over again. To be more accurate, we have fallen in love with sailing and all that goes with it.
Now, have tonsil cancer has not been a picnic. I've already had surgery to remove both tonsils (the left one was OK) and about 40 lymph nodes and "associated tissue" from the right side of my neck. I now have a beautiful pirate's scar (or Viking's scar ) about 15" long from behind my right ear to almost my Adam's apple and then down to almost my collarbone. It's all healing well although it's all still a bit numb.
But now comes the hard part. Chemo and radiation treatments, starting in January and going for about nine weeks. Good news is that after it's all done the doctors say that I should (they almost never definitely say "will") be cured. The bad part is that there are a number of side affects that will, as one nurse told me, "kick me in the pants." I won’t go into all the unpleasant details here. By April, I should be at the end of the tunnel and just in time for what? Sailing season, of course!
My prize that I need to keep my eyes on. I've been told to keep something in mind to look forward to in order to get through this little bit of hell call chemo and radiation. Well, that was easy. It was sailing without even thinking about it for more than one second. Something that I've sort of taken for granted and thought would be there for a long time has become the "prize" for me. Other things like family, friends and career are more important too, of course. But sailing has brought together family and friends in a way that most every other pastime never has for my wife and me.
So when the time comes when I might want to puke on my shoes or feel too tired to go to work, I'll be thinking “sailing”. About being on the bay on a broad reach going to no place in particular. Why have I told you all this? Because it's therapeutic for me. At least for my head and like I've been told by my one of my doctors, getting though this is mostly a head game. Attitude is everything.
About two months ago I was diagnosed with cancer. Tonsil cancer to be exact. Now this does have something to do with sailing, at least in my case, so stay with me here for a second. I learned to sail about six years ago with my wife. We soon after bought our first boat, a Hunter 285, which we honed some of our sailing skills on. This past spring we bought our Ericson 32 and ended up falling in love with another boat all over again. To be more accurate, we have fallen in love with sailing and all that goes with it.
Now, have tonsil cancer has not been a picnic. I've already had surgery to remove both tonsils (the left one was OK) and about 40 lymph nodes and "associated tissue" from the right side of my neck. I now have a beautiful pirate's scar (or Viking's scar ) about 15" long from behind my right ear to almost my Adam's apple and then down to almost my collarbone. It's all healing well although it's all still a bit numb.
But now comes the hard part. Chemo and radiation treatments, starting in January and going for about nine weeks. Good news is that after it's all done the doctors say that I should (they almost never definitely say "will") be cured. The bad part is that there are a number of side affects that will, as one nurse told me, "kick me in the pants." I won’t go into all the unpleasant details here. By April, I should be at the end of the tunnel and just in time for what? Sailing season, of course!
My prize that I need to keep my eyes on. I've been told to keep something in mind to look forward to in order to get through this little bit of hell call chemo and radiation. Well, that was easy. It was sailing without even thinking about it for more than one second. Something that I've sort of taken for granted and thought would be there for a long time has become the "prize" for me. Other things like family, friends and career are more important too, of course. But sailing has brought together family and friends in a way that most every other pastime never has for my wife and me.
So when the time comes when I might want to puke on my shoes or feel too tired to go to work, I'll be thinking “sailing”. About being on the bay on a broad reach going to no place in particular. Why have I told you all this? Because it's therapeutic for me. At least for my head and like I've been told by my one of my doctors, getting though this is mostly a head game. Attitude is everything.