Why It’s Called A Cancer Stick   1 comment

I’m not writing this post to preach, that’s not my style (well sometimes it is, but not now). I just want to tell you a story. A story about my wife, Shirlee.

Shirlee was a smoker from sometimes in her 20s until February, 1996. In February of that year she was diagnosed with COPD (Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease), one of the most common lung diseases. She almost died in the hospital back then and that was when she quit smoking and has not touched a cigarette for 16 years. Little by little her lung functions has grown worse and for the past 6 years or so she has been on oxygen 24/7.

The week before Memorial Day of this year. her breathing was really bad so she had a CAT scan done and she discovered she had walking pneumonia, however that wasn’t the only thing they found. There was a growth on her left lung, near the blood vessels that go to the heart.

To make a long story short, it was discovered that the growth is cancerous. The good news is that is a slow-growing cancer and the Petscan she had shows that it has not spread to any other parts of the body.

She has decided on a high dose, directed radiation treatment that is done over 4 or 5 days. This week she has the mold made that she will be in for the treatment. The treatment will probably start in another week or so.

Yes, prayers are appreciated but that is not why I wrote this post. I wrote to make people aware that there are long term effects from smoking. Just think about that when you light up next time.

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Posted July 23, 2012 by hwilliam in Photography

One response to “Why It’s Called A Cancer Stick

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  1. Bill, Give Shirley my love and a BIG hug. My prayers are with you both. Now, my story. My second husband, Wayne, had been a smoker years before I met him. He had his first heart bypass when he was in his early 30’s. and his 2nd about a year and a half after we were married. He did wonderfully for several years, but one day while he was working in the yard, he became very short of breath. I called EMS and they took him right to the hospital. Later his cardiologist diagnosed “primary pulmanory hypertension”. He was put on expermental medication for over two years. He had to inject the medication into his tummy every day – like an insulin shot. To make a long story shorter, he did not feel well all during the Christmas holidayy. He birthday was December 26th – he turned 65, and on New Years Eve it rushed him to the hospital where he went to be with the Lord on January 3rd. My point is, there are two guarantees in life, life and death. What we do in between is our choice, but the other two are up God. We must live life like there may not be a tomorrow, love life and your fellow man. God be with you both. Love to you both. Helen Holder

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