Four and a half out of five weeks of radiation treatment had been completed. Traveling to Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto was an hour and a half to a two hour trip each way. Luckily I had great friends who took turns driving me to the hospital. That is another story unto itself. Anyways back to the story.

It was a rainy Monday afternoon in March when I returned home. I had lost sixty pounds; I had been using a numbing mouthwash before I would ingest my morphine orally. It was the only way to tolerate the liquid morphine due to the burning inside of the mouth. I couldn’t put food or water in my mouth because of the burning.

I couldn’t tolerate the pain it any longer. I phoned my wife Julie and said I need to go to the hospital. That night we ended up at Credit Valley Hospital. I was admitted to a quad room. Later that night one of the roommates passed away in the early morning hours. I was in panic mode. The next day I was admitted to another room and spent the next five weeks on morphine and IV. I couldn’t put anything in my mouth including water for the five weeks.

When I was lying in the hospital room and looking out the window on a gray rainy April afternoon I saw a man out walking his dog. He had no patience waiting for his dog to do his business. You could see he was talking and yelling at the dog. He was leading him quite forcefully to different spots in order the dog might find the correct place to go to the bathroom. Here I was lying in the hospital room, not having eaten or drank anything in weeks, badly burned inside and out, drugged up on morphine and not looking very well having lost the sixty pounds. All I thought of was how lucky he was and how I would trade places with him in a flash.

To this day it doesn’t matter what it is doing outside you will never hear me complain about the weather. If it is unbearably hot out, I say it is very tropical. It just conjures up a better picture in the mind. Tropical correlates with vacation time. I also walk my dogs through any kind of weather, enjoying the moments and feeling glad I am able to walk my dogs.

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"What makes cancer so horrific is how it continues to torment and taunt its victims long after the treatments are finished"

– The Globe and Mail

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