Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Having received more than 200 units of type-O blood, Roger understands why it's important for individuals to Commit for Life. He has been on the road to good health since receiving a bone marrow transplant from his sister, Mitzi, and has organized blood drives to help other patients like him. "Seeing another person donate for someone like me is a wonderful thing," he says.

That is from the November section of the 2010 Calendar/

Good morning all. hope the weather finds you ok and you are not in the path of Hurricane Alex. I was able to obtain some of the 2010 calendars that my sister and I appeared in. I am trying to raise some funds for our next blood drive. I hope to have food and goodies bags to give to the donors. If you can help in anyway it will be appreciated. You can also make a donation for the calendar and it will be mailed to you or held til the day of the event. We are trying to start a cancer/health library on our group page on face book http://www.facebook.com/?sk=2361831622#!/group.php?gid=126178420738609






ps. there is no minimum, anything helps but....if you got it, give til it hurts...j/k just trying to do some goood for so many that need it. The Blood drive is a major event and I want to make it a place where donors will make a point of being their. D.J. and cupcakes are planned


The calendars are full color and featured on the http://www.giveblood.org/ web site. 2010

I have an appointment on Thursday to see where my immune system stands. Much has happened in the last few weeks with this thing called cancer. It has effected someone I love and admire. She is handling it like a champ. Taking on both chemo and radiation. Best wishes go out to her.
















Friday, June 25, 2010

An honor bestowed...

I received the following email today from the Gulf Coast Regional Blood Bank that I found both inspirational and motivational. I decided to share it.


Hi Roger,

As I believe our Volunteer Coordinator, has mentioned to you, we would like to invite you to become part of our Speakers’ Bureau.

Members of our Speakers’ Bureau work to raise awareness about the importance of blood donations by not only volunteering their time but also sharing their personal testimony with others. Our donor groups who host regular blood drives rely on the assistance of our Speakers’ Bureau volunteers to encourage their employees, patrons or members to donate during their regularly scheduled blood drive. While staff members can fill these requests, our message can only go so far. However, when individuals like you (someone who knows firsthand just how important it is to Commit for Life) share their story, potential donors can see just who their donation could be helping.

We believe you would be a great asset to the bureau and could help save even more lives. If you’re interested, please let us know and send us times of the day/week when you would be available to help in this capacity. Also, if you have a preference as to a specific part of town you would like to volunteer at, please let us know that as well.

Thank you, Roger.

We hope to hear from you soon!
Community Involvement Coordinator


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I have seen and been through alot over the last two years. Although I have been the patient I seldom saw myself as a victim. I like to play poker and feel these are the cards I were dealt. It has not been a pretty hand and has often left me fatigued, nauseated and confused. In two months I have no idea where my life will be. It has been held in limbo as I continue to take doctor prescribed medications to fortify my immune system. Returning to normalcy will prove harder than expected, prolonged exposure to the sun effects me negatively. I do not know if this is a symptom of the drugs that will fade away once I discontinue them or if it will be a constant.

Lethargy and fatigue make my mind weary and when I see commercials for depression it seems to be describing me. I have never been emotional, other than joyous on a good poker hand or a Texans win. So to think I might be depressed is hard to fathom, but the warning signs are there. This may be a battle as tough as chemotherapy. I do not need nor want mind altering prescriptions, I simply want my life back. To walk with pride and not feel pity. To earn my own way and not rely upon generosity of others. To cook dinner in my kitchen, albeit a motel kitchenette for my daughter. When these simplicities of life return perhaps than I will be able to again walk with my head held high and walk with the dignity that cancer has stripped of me.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

3 days short of 15 months post transplant

I am afraid to sleep. Today is Fathers Day. I spent it with my father, daughter and other family members. My daughter gave me a new pair of Wranglers and a new billfold. Both items that I will need when I begin my life after cancer. My stomach is acting strange, it is doing things that is has not done since I was in the hospital receiving heavy chemotherapy.

I do not get to spend much time with my daughter, she is a young woman now and has a busy life so I tried to be well. My insides had a plan of there own. The bathroom was occupied so I ran outside, and it was not pretty. I had not been able to eat all day so it was mostly liquid. The rest of the day was spent in a fog. Feeling lightheaded I decided to call it a day and get some rest. I drink some water and the nausea came back with a vengeance. I barely made it to the toilet, before my mouth started spewing out fluids with gut wrenching force.

I am lying down, on my stomach afraid to fall asleep because I might have that feeling again and choke in my sleep. It is 3 days shorts of 15 months since my transplant. The medications still have side effects on me. I am so hungry but know what food would do to me at this time. I have been trying to get my life prepared for the day I can return to work. I am taking correspondence classes and spending more time volunteering with the Blood Bank, but a day like today knocks me back a few pegs.

How can I construct a million dollar project and supervise 20 men when I can not drink water without becoming so sick I find myself curled in a fetal position, sweating yet being so cold. Perhaps in the next month I will make the final turn to recovery. As has been the norm, each day is full of suprises and I pray for the best but am prepared for the worse. When am I going to be called a survivor? This hangs over and in me.