Maria,

As a 13-year cancer survivor who amazed doctors when I made two years
cancer-free, I can understand your fear and pain. I'm not sure, though,
that it matters where we get our cancers or other diseases....it matters
that we make the best of the time and life that we have and try not to waste
that time in anger at something we cannot change. Personnally, I've made
the decision not to sue Allergan over the Vioxx that I took for the severe
spinal arthritis that I have. That was the best we knew at the time, and
that's all we can do, is live with the results of the best we knew at the
time and move on from there. None of it is fair. But then, neither is
life.



Marla B. Pence

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in
a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ---

Wow! What a ride!!!!!




----Original Message Follows----
From: maria shahid <maria_shahid786@...>
Reply-To: cancer_survivors_gathering_place@yahoogroups.com
To: thykidz@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [cancer_survivors_gathering_place] Asbestos Killed My Husband
Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2006 20:40:02 -0700 (PDT)

He was only a child when it begun -and he played as children do- in his
yardwith his toy cars and tip trucksBut his sand was asbestos blue?
In December 1999, my husband and I were walking home from a game of lawn
bowls when I became aware of his shortness of breath. I was surprised and
concerned when he told me that he had experienced this on several occasions.
Believing this to be due to chest a infection, I made a doctor's appointment
for him the next day.
Chest X-rays revealed fluid on the lungs, over two litres of which was
drained, giving Brian immediate relief, but it was a tense wait for the
pathology results.Through the Internet I had become aware of several
conditions which may have been responsible for fluid on the lung; these
included asbestos- related diseases. Brian had lived in Wittenoom as a child
and I was afraid of his diagnosis. Not wanting to worry him unnecessarily, I
did not mention my fears to him. I prayed that he had pleurisy or pneumonia
but the pathology results revealed that there were cancer cells present.
When Brian finally received his diagnosis, my worst nightmare became
reality. He had pleural mesothelioma, a terminal cancer of the lung caused
by the inhalation of asbestos dust. We found it inconceivable that the
disease was the result of Brian inhaling asbestos dust as a child and that
it had lain dormant for forty-five years before become lethal.
We were still reeling from the shock when, without preamble, the young
doctor gave his prognosis. His exact words were, "Three to nine months, I
reckon". That he could say this so unfeelingly amazed me. His total lack of
compassion did not encourage even the small comfort of tears. I felt as if
Brian and I had been shot and from that moment on we were waiting to drop.
Undoubtedly, were mortally wounded. We suffered shock, disbelief, anger,
helplessness and utter despair; in fact all the symptoms of grief one feels
when a loved one has actually died. Once again we found ourselves with no
control over our lives. This time however, there was no light at the end of
the tunnel. Our journey through terminal illness had begun.
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