Could you please tell me about your experience
2007-02-15 04:04:00 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in Health ➔ Diseases & Conditions ➔ Cancer
Yes I know three people that had lymphoma.
One in their 20's /doing great
one in their 40's a/he is doing great
and my Aunt Kay in her 70's/ she lived till 90
yes they did chemo
yes they lost their hair
yes they
All survived the lymphoma
the male in his 20's did have his sperm frozen in case the chemo hurt his fertility.
my 90 year old Aunt died falling down the stairs
good luck
2007-02-15 09:25:49 · answer #1 · answered by luckylyndy2 3 · 2⤊ 1⤋
Feel free to email me any questions you may have. There are many types of Lymphoma. I had diffuse large B cell Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.
Here is a great website for info:
http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/hm_lls
Best wishes
2007-02-16 14:05:06 · answer #2 · answered by Char 7 · 1⤊ 1⤋
My father developed a non Hodgkin Lymphoma just after having retired from work.He was treated either with chemo and radiotherapy.He completely got over it and the disease was beaten.As far as I know these diseases are curable nowadays.
I also know other people who won their fight against it.
2007-02-15 12:10:36 · answer #3 · answered by Brenno 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋
My twin and I were diagnosed with leukemia when we were in kindergarten. She died when we were twelve.
I have a lot of friends with cancer. My friend Marla died last year from non-hodgekins lymphoma. My friends Peter and Andrew are both in remission with the same diagnosis.
If you want to know my cancer experience, well, it's a long story. I remember the day I got diagnosed, I was five years old. My nose wouldn't stop bleeding. My dad kept trying to get it to stop bleeding. But eventually we called 911, and I remember the ambulance was scary. I remember the spinal tap like it was yesterday, even though it was ten years ago. I can still feel the searing pain and the irritated nurses, irritated because I wouldn't hold still.
I remember sitting in a room with my dad and my twin sister and our baby sister, she was only a few months old at the time. I remember the nurse telling us that I had cancer, lots of big words, talking about options. I remember crawling into the nurse's lap and begging her to not let me die.
My own diagnosis wasn't as scary as my twin's. Everyone in the family got blood tests to see if they could donate blood and bone marrow for me. Everyone except my baby sister came up negative, unfortunately. But the worst part was, Jasmine (my twin) had a problem in her test: she had cancer too. The same kind I had.
We were both sick a lot, missing school was fun at first but it just got boring after a while.
We made friends in the "POW", as we liked to call it (Pediatric Oncology Ward). Age didn't matter there, we were all in it together. Everyone, from toddlers to teenagers, banded together as friends and comrades. It was always exciting to see a friend go into remission, and it always shattered every heart to see a friend die.
A lot of times it hurt a lot, especially when we were so sick we couldn't even hold down water.
I was always scared of death, but I never let it rule my life. And sometimes I got so close that I was ready to let go, but I held on every time.
Jasmine died on 14 January 2004. To this day, her death is still a wound that has never healed. I wanted so badly to have been able to die in her place. I am fifteen now, and I still can't go a day without feeling the pain of her death.
I have been in remission for three and a half years now, and I am going strong. Even though I haven't been in the hospital for so long, I still say the leukemia hope prayer every morning. We used to say it every morning in the POW. Here are the words:
"This morning as I kneel to pray
I know today I'll be strong
I'll climb this mountain fearlessly
I'll keep with me a cheerful song
This morning as I kneel to pray
I know today I'll be kind
I'll love my family and my friends
And help all that I find
This morning as I kneel to pray
I know today I'll be brave
I'll run and leap right to the shore
Just like an ocean wave
This morning as I kneel to pray
I remember friends who've already gone
I miss them lots, but I'm proud of them
They fought their battle, and they won
This morning as I kneel to pray
I know today I'll be ready
Whatever knocks on my door today
I'll greet it, strong and steady
This morning as I kneel to pray
I'm so glad to be here today
I'm thankful I have hope inside
To greet this brand new day!"
The words sound so childish and simple, but they are so moving to me. And, even though I've been cancer-free for so long, that prayer still perfectly describes my outlook on life.
So there you have it: the story of a fifteen-year-old kid's cancer battle.
2007-02-16 16:28:19 · answer #4 · answered by Anna H. 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The elderly guy over the road had it ten or fifteen years ago. He was out shovelling snow yesterday. He seemed to recover quite fast at the time. Sorry not to have details.
2007-02-15 14:18:09 · answer #5 · answered by thinkingtime 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋