The Road goes on forever . . .

The Road goes on forever . . . and the battle never ends.

           

            My road trip through M.D. Anderson.  Last week I went to M.D. Anderson for another PET scan.  (SEE ATTACHED)  You know a Positron Emission Tomography scan.  The scan where they inject radioactive material into your body to see where sugar metabolizes.  Looking where the sugar metabolizes???  They didn’t ask me how much chocolate I eat.   A scan along with other test to see if cancer has crept back into aggressive operation.  Well, the scan showed hot spots (cancer activity) on my lungs and my lower back bone.

            I HAVE THE WILL TO LIVE and I’M NOT SCARED OF DYING..

            A little back ground.  In 2003 I was sent to see Dr. Rice at M.D. Anderson about esophageal cancer.  He said we needed to operate now.  He said it’s a 10 hour operation with a minimum of 6 months recovery.  50/50 chance to survive the operation and 5 years.  That scared the hell out of me.  I told Dr. Rice I needed some time the think about it and get some things in order.   Well, well.   I was fixing to build us a new house and I had so many irons in the fire.  Well, well a month later the tumor went down on it’s on.  Swallowing was no problem.  I’ll get back down there next month.  5 years later.  A lot of road trips, a lot of miles,  the tumor crepes back.  August 2008, OK, Dr. Rice, I’m ready.  I’m at piece with God and I’m at piece with myself.  Let’s do it.  Dr. Rice suggested first radiate it to shrink it and at the same time fill my body with chemo (cancer-fighting drugs) to try to kill the cancer cells that will spread during radiation.  September 30 scheduled for the long risky operation.  PET scan, CAT scan, and biopsies to see exact location of tumor before operation.  THOUSANDS OF PRAYER WARRIORS have come to my aid to give me the strength to face this challenge.  The doctors are talking.  “What’s going on, I’m over here”?  Well, they couldn’t find cancer anywhere.  They were thinking about still operating.  Sorry, Doc, I’m going with GOD and the Prayer Warriors.  I’m out of here.  God can foresee our actions without taking away our free will.   Back to M.D. Anderson last February for every kind of test.  No signs of cancer.

            Right hear, I want to thank the Prayer Warriors, again.  Man, the last 8 months (since I walked out of MD Anderson) have been the best.  Little Dixon.  That’s all I have to say.

 

            Tomorrow, Thursday May 28, 2009 I start chemotherapy…… again.   A toxic shake made up of Docetaxel, Fluorouracil,  and Oxaliplatin.

 

            Well, I’m going to sign off, for now.  I’ll be back in touch with an update soon.

 

            Dennis, you have some of the best Prayer Warriors.  Would you ask them to pray for “High School Girlfriend”?  My caregivers could go crazy; they need all the prayers they can get.   I’m not scared of death, but I don’t work well with pain.   I whine, I moan and I complain.  I want sympathy,  lots of it, when I’m in pain.  I’ve been told that could drive to best over the edge.  Pray, Dennis, Pray.

The road goes on forever and I have my GPS.

“God powers my soul.”

Chasing the Texas sunsets,+

 

 

Craig Dickson

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