About Rick D
It was last year when I got the news that I had advanced prostate cancer. The doctors gave me 5 years to live. From that day until now I would not be alive without my wife Erica. The diagnosis came out of nowhere. She was there when I cried for days after, seeing my life flash before my eyes. She was there for all the biopsies that determined the severity of the cancer. She was there 2 months later when they removed a prostate that proved to be over 60% cancerous, when a year earlier there was nothing. She was instrumental in the 3 month recovery after surgery. She was there when they found that surgery had not gotten all the cancer, leading to another prognosis of a 5 year death sentence. She was there when 28 radiation treatments were administered over a 7-week basis. She was there when the recovery from that started. She was there when they started the year long hormone therapy, which I am still under today. She is here now as I go through my fight. I am sure she will be there after the next 4 years have gone and I get to find out if the cancer has truly been beaten, if there is more to deal with, or if I am to die. My history dictates that no one I have ever known loves me and cares for me like Erica. I can never repay her. I just hope I have the time left to show her how much I love her and to make sure she will be okay in case I am not.