This'll be my first post on ADISC so I thought I'd tell my story. It's a bit more dramatic than most but that's mostly in the way I retell it. Here goes.
My journey to the place I'm at now started four years ago. That's when I got the news. I'd had a mass on my liver biopsied and I heard the word I'd been dreading. "Cancer". I had a cancerous mass on my liver that could have taken my life within twelve months if I didn't get it removed. Twelve hours later I was in the ICU licking my wounds and trying to put a positive spin on what I was about to face. Over the next three years I spent a total of one and one half years in hospital. My third and as of yet final bout would be the worst.
I'd just had an MRI done and I heard the I-word that no cancer patient wants to her. "Inoperable". This was the second time a single word had sent me reeling as well as my entire family who'd been so supportive of me throughout my ordeal. That night, after everyone had left, it finally sunk in. I was dying and there was no escaping it. I broke down and cried and prayed. I never was a religious man before, but I realized that some far-off god might just be my only hope for survival. Two of the more religious nurses came in and took my hands and they joined me in silent prayer for three hours until I fell asleep, exhausted.
Three days later I went in for another Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan to find that it was starting to shrink. The doctors were baffled but elated at this development and the word "miracle" was thrown around like a dirty diaper between kids who didn't want to touch it. At last a single word that brought me joy instead of devastation.
Once it had gotten down to an appropriate size I decided to have it removed, but it had been so aggressive earlier that there were some complications. It had moved through my bloodstream to take over part of my bladder as well, so that had to be cut out, too. The result was chemotherapy and four months of complete urinary incontinence. I took solace in adult baby roleplays with my parents who were happy to oblige. It really did help me cope with all the stress that my cancer had brought me. Even though the incontinence stopped two months ago I still enjoy being an adult baby. I'm officially in remission now and blood work shows no indication that it'll come back. That's what the KCA in my username stands for. Kicked Cancer's... uh... rump.
So that's my story. I hope you liked reading it, because I sure did hate living it.