Jan 18, 2013 - 3:31 pm
On May 29, 2012 I was diagnosed with RCC. Back then I weighed 194 pounds and did not have a gray hair on my head. On June 11, 2012 my left kidney was surgically removed at Fox Chase Cancer Center in Philadelphia. I started taking Votrient on July 28, 2012. I now weigh 174 pounds and have Santa Claus white hair. For the most part, I have tolerated Votrient well and my last scans in October shown my tumors shrinking. Next ones are on February 12th and believe me I am all ready suffering from scan anxiety but that not what this post is about. The change in hair color and having lost weight has caused me to have some interesting experiences.
I am in line at CVS to pick up my blood pressure medication - minding my own business. A man in the next line (Who was obviously from the southern part of the United States) shouts out loud “Man what is the story with your hair!” This man is thinking that I have lived a life of hard drinking and womanizing and that my hair has turned prematurely grey. I lean over to the man and whisper “It is a side effect of my cancer treatment!” the look of horror and embarrassment on his face was totally priceless! Now in all fairness the man waited outside the CVS until I had concluded my business. He stopped me again and wished me good luck in my cancer treatment. We talked for a bit and wished each other a Merry Christmas.
I am taking my family to Orlando Florida for a Christmas vacation. I am in the Philadelphia International Airport. My wife and children have already gone through airport security - it’s now my turn. The TSA agent looks at my passport then calls over another TSA agent and says to the other TSA agent “Do you think this is him?” Once again, I lean over and told the TSA agents that the picture on my passport was taken before I started my cancer treatment.
I am now back from my Florida vacation – Had a great time (Went Scuba diving with sharks – hey it’s on my bucket list). I decide to go to the gym and workout however; I forgot my LA Fitness member ship card. So I give the counter person my phone number to look up my membership on the computer. She then tells me “there is a problem” and calls over two more LA Fitness employees one being a manager. They start asking me questions about my membership. Finally, a personal trainer comes over and says “That him” and I am then allowed to work out after a fifteen minute delay. As you might has guessed my membership photo does not look like me anymore.
Hey you take your amusement where you can - Life is good - BDS