B06Tang
Cafe Racer
I'm sitting here at my keyboard killing myself over putting this message up so I'm just going to do it. This assignment has been three very difficult years for me and I feel somewhat isolated. A lump was found in my wife's breast two weeks ago. The hospital on the base does not have the facilities or experience to treat for cancer so my wife was referred off base to the city about thirty minutes. They wanted to rush her to Hawaii for the testing but my wife is a Japanese citizen, born and raised in Tokyo, so she has the right to receive care here. She opted for that seeing that our oldest boy is in Japanese pre-school and she wanted to keep the home structure stable for both boys.
The hospital didn't know what they were doing past the ultra-sound and prepared for the worse as this is a military hospital. They actually told my wife and I that this looks to be stage 4 cancer which is terminal. I was nine years old when my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and I was burying her the same year. Needless to say...the demons have returned for me and the nightmare continues but now they are coming for my boys.
We went down to Hachinohe city where my wife got the rock star treatment from A to Z. Her doctor explained things to her and without a beat, turned to me and started repeating himself in damn near perfect english. Turns out he studied in America and is strict a breast cancer specialist. Ultra-sound, biopsy, CT scan, MRI, the thing for the bone test, orientation for chemo treatment...all of it was done for my wife but then we had the week long wait for the results. We stayed focus and tried our best to get through the week. I told her repeatedly that I was the luckiest guy on the planet for meeting her and that no matter what...I would never give up or walk away from this. I put my boys in our bed with us and tried to hide the tears. I even fell down on my knees and prayed for help...not for me but for these boys. I don't know if I could handle them growing up like I had to.
Finally the week past and we went back down to Hachinohe. We see the doctor refusing to let hope go and received the news...early stage 2 cancer and nothing has passed through the body at all. Samples were tested from the biopsy and the doctor couldn't be more happy with how the chemo was reacting to the cancer. He gives my wife a 60%-70% change of beating this without any recurrence IF her body tries to reject the chemo and up to an 85% chance without recurrence if the treatments go as planned. The doctor was very optimistic and thinks my wife will handle the chemo well. So she had her first chemo session and will have seven more to follow with a three week rest between each one. After that a surgery will be performed and the cancer will be gone. There will be a year worth of follow ups bi-weekly accompanied with estrogen treatments but every care provider in contact with my wife foot stomps that the odds are in her favor and she is going to beat this.
My wife is incredibly strong and there is no other thought in her mind that she is going to beat this. She is not going to let this beat her and fuck with her boys. I am standing strong by my wife's side and was with her for every moment during the chemo treatment. Fuck the demons. They can come but this time they lose. Not to this woman...not to this wife....not to this mother...not to these boys...and not to this family. It is not going to happen. This time they lose. I have had so much emotions running through me but I don't share it with my wife right now...I'm the pillar of strength for her. But I still have my own struggles with this fight just because of the history of it. I decided to keep myself busy and get back to my bikes. I went out to my back yard and saw that I had to dredge through almost four feet of snow to get to my shed and then it hit me...I just started digging, breaking, and shoveling. I spent half a day out there and never stopped. Afterwards I went and found my wife and told her to come outside with me.
I told her the snow is the cancer...when I first went into it I felt overwhelmed. It was so deep...so much of it.....I was surrounded by it. But then I just started shoveling and digging and breaking through it. One swing at a time and I started getting somewhere. I was soaking wet, my arms felt like they are going to fall off, I broke two shovels three different times and had to skeletonize both of them to make one good one but I didn't stop. This fight isn't too big. It isn't overpowering. We can push back. We can fight. We will beat this.
Does anyone care to comment what the back of those fucking motorcycle seats read?...
The hospital didn't know what they were doing past the ultra-sound and prepared for the worse as this is a military hospital. They actually told my wife and I that this looks to be stage 4 cancer which is terminal. I was nine years old when my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and I was burying her the same year. Needless to say...the demons have returned for me and the nightmare continues but now they are coming for my boys.
We went down to Hachinohe city where my wife got the rock star treatment from A to Z. Her doctor explained things to her and without a beat, turned to me and started repeating himself in damn near perfect english. Turns out he studied in America and is strict a breast cancer specialist. Ultra-sound, biopsy, CT scan, MRI, the thing for the bone test, orientation for chemo treatment...all of it was done for my wife but then we had the week long wait for the results. We stayed focus and tried our best to get through the week. I told her repeatedly that I was the luckiest guy on the planet for meeting her and that no matter what...I would never give up or walk away from this. I put my boys in our bed with us and tried to hide the tears. I even fell down on my knees and prayed for help...not for me but for these boys. I don't know if I could handle them growing up like I had to.
Finally the week past and we went back down to Hachinohe. We see the doctor refusing to let hope go and received the news...early stage 2 cancer and nothing has passed through the body at all. Samples were tested from the biopsy and the doctor couldn't be more happy with how the chemo was reacting to the cancer. He gives my wife a 60%-70% change of beating this without any recurrence IF her body tries to reject the chemo and up to an 85% chance without recurrence if the treatments go as planned. The doctor was very optimistic and thinks my wife will handle the chemo well. So she had her first chemo session and will have seven more to follow with a three week rest between each one. After that a surgery will be performed and the cancer will be gone. There will be a year worth of follow ups bi-weekly accompanied with estrogen treatments but every care provider in contact with my wife foot stomps that the odds are in her favor and she is going to beat this.
My wife is incredibly strong and there is no other thought in her mind that she is going to beat this. She is not going to let this beat her and fuck with her boys. I am standing strong by my wife's side and was with her for every moment during the chemo treatment. Fuck the demons. They can come but this time they lose. Not to this woman...not to this wife....not to this mother...not to these boys...and not to this family. It is not going to happen. This time they lose. I have had so much emotions running through me but I don't share it with my wife right now...I'm the pillar of strength for her. But I still have my own struggles with this fight just because of the history of it. I decided to keep myself busy and get back to my bikes. I went out to my back yard and saw that I had to dredge through almost four feet of snow to get to my shed and then it hit me...I just started digging, breaking, and shoveling. I spent half a day out there and never stopped. Afterwards I went and found my wife and told her to come outside with me.
I told her the snow is the cancer...when I first went into it I felt overwhelmed. It was so deep...so much of it.....I was surrounded by it. But then I just started shoveling and digging and breaking through it. One swing at a time and I started getting somewhere. I was soaking wet, my arms felt like they are going to fall off, I broke two shovels three different times and had to skeletonize both of them to make one good one but I didn't stop. This fight isn't too big. It isn't overpowering. We can push back. We can fight. We will beat this.
Does anyone care to comment what the back of those fucking motorcycle seats read?...
