David 1 vs Cancer 0

20131018-210823.jpgI have been asked by a number of people as to what I did during the course of this cancer curse to align my health back to what I now consider to be normal. To some degree I have been reluctant to comment till now because the path I pursued was done so blindly, and I have been mindful that I could be placing a target on my back encouraging ‘haters’ to criticise what could be construed as false hope for others. Having thought about it some more, I think ‘hope’ is ‘hope’ is ‘hope’. And, what the hell is false hope? I’m not selling snake oil, in fact I’m going to tell you what I did during this spell of misfortune so that if someone else benefits from this recipe of life, then we stand to make a zillion dollars.

Like the legend of the Phoenix …

Our ends were beginnings … This blog is coming to an end, I have been told that the cancer is now NON DETECTABLE (awwwwwwwwwe-some) … I truly and sincerely have really appreciated the awesome support from you all. It has been a great experience knowing that friends and strangers alike will extend a helping hand, a thought, a comment, a nudge, a kick … Oddly, and I know you might seem it strange, I have had a small share of followers abuse / accuse me being a nutter and being so angry? Go figure? I was diagnosed with cancer. I believed I was going to die, because the cancer was aggressive, and for a time, was getting worse. The person whom I most trusted and expected to stand by my side … didn’t. This is my last post … thank you Blog for giving me an outlet.

Tekken

20120928-171225.jpg Gave Brad my credit card to go and buy another PS3 controller, next thing I know, there’s a Tekken game encased in a fancy tin case come as part of the purchase, … not the traditional plastic cover, but flashing lights, sirens, and christmas lights. “Boys are Gods punishment for having sex”

The threat

I have been living under the threat of death for the past 3 years, and last year was probably my most challenging. There are days now where I cruise through the aisles at Woolworth’s and suddenly feel a panic attack, where I start to palpitate and sweat. I’ve learnt to stop, focus on any item on the shelf and start to count slowly. This surprisingly is quite effective and I rarely reach 15 before I start to normalise, I’m sure one day in the future they will have a name for this disorder and assign it to an excess of Internet and Radio wave thingy’s that zap through our space to reach our treasured iPhones. There was a time that even doctors endorsed smoking, because it was cool. Science will catch up one day and we will all have some cause for a class action against these technological advances … Bring back the horse and buggy! The methane gas from horse poo was insignificant and barely scraped the ozone levels. In fact, it created a job opportunity for horse poo scrapers. I’m a Survivor … and I’ve never been on that popular Survivor series, but I’ve driven up every day to the local Westfield mall, grabbed a ticket from the car-park vending robot, and tried to cheat that little monkey arm swinging cricket bat. Brad and I have a competition, where we try to rip out the car-park ticket and try to get as much of the next ticket on the roller. Up until 30 minutes ago, I was a clear winner, but Brad has snapped at least half of the next ticket along with his own ticket. : ( So cool when when your son brings home 3 gorgeous chicks!

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Monday, April 16th

Thank you ‘Stilnox’. I actually experienced what most of you take for granted, a sound sleep till around 6am this morning. I have also discovered that this has to be the prescription that’s giving me mild headaches in the morning. Can’t win them all, ‘sleep’ or ‘headache’?, ‘good’ or ‘bad’?, ‘party all night’ or ‘hangover’? Why does yin have to accompany yang like an uninvited guest? Incidentally, did you know yin is cold, dark, passive, wet and feminine, and that yang is bright, active, dry, hot and masculine? I know a couple of people who are best described as yin, … I’m definitely yang, a yang who loves the rain! I can also confirm “Stilnox’ hasn’t caused me to sleep walk and go into a murderous rampage, but the side effects on my memory is shocking. I wouldn’t feel so slack about it, if it weren’t for the people around me reminding me that I had forgotten something, or I sit there struggling with names or events. A classic example was at French lessons, when the teacher held up a poster with well known faces and we had to introduce them in French. I got away by introducing Julia Gillard as the ‘woman in red’, and Barrack Obama as the ‘black president’. I’m hoping this is all temporary or just one unpleasant dream that I’m about to wake up from. Which sadly, I’ve made so many friends in this dream I’m going to miss them all.
dixon
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