One wouldn’t expect a book about cancer to be a laugh-out-loud read, but this one is. In Stumbling Toward Heaven: Cancer, Crashes and Questions, Mike Hamel takes us through his struggles with cancer, God, and the aftermath of his auto accident. This a true story told with unusual candor and brilliant insights, and it isn’t just a book for cancer patients. Â If you or anyone you love have ever suffered a life altering catastrophe or struggled over questions of God’s will in your life, you will find this book a heart and soul stirring read.
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
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and the book:
CreateSpace (March 24, 2011)
***Special thanks to Mike Hamel for sending me a review copy.***
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Stumbling Toward Heaven is about my struggle with cancer in particular and life in general. It describes in detail what the disease has done to my body and what life before and during treatment has done to my mind, which has never been very stable in the first place. It follows my physical and spiritual journey toward the Valley of the Shadow of Death and beyond. Itâ€™s written for everyone who has been impacted by life-threatening catastrophes.
This book is also meant for those who find themselves spiritually â€œoff the reservationâ€ as novelist and cancer survivor Kinky Friedman would say. For a long time Iâ€™ve been â€œout where the (church) buses donâ€™t runâ€â€”another Kinkyismâ€”and itâ€™s surprising how many people have wandered out here for one reason or another.
On May 16th, TV News 5 (Colorado) ran a story about Mike. Click HERE to see the interview!
List Price: $14.99
Paperback: 270 pages
Publisher: CreateSpace (March 24, 2011)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Good News, Itâ€™s Cancer!
July 2, 2008
â€œI have good news,â€ Dr. Dillon said, leaning forward on his elbows. â€œYou have cancer. The biopsy shows the lump in your abdomen is Non-Hodgkinâ€™s lymphoma and not an omental tumor as the initial scan suggested.â€
Lymphoma is good news indeed. The first time Iâ€™d seen the good doctor a few weeks earlier heâ€™d said, â€œYou have a nonspecific mass in your omentum.â€
â€œI didnâ€™t even know I had an omentum,â€ I replied.
â€œItâ€™s a fatty covering in the abdomen.â€
â€œHow big is the mass?â€ (â€œMassâ€ sounds more benign that â€œtumor.â€)
â€œAbout the diameter of a grapefruit,â€ he said, making a circle with thumbs and forefingers. â€œThe nearby lymph nodes are also enlarged.â€
Dr. Dillon had no idea how long the tumor had been growing. I got introduced to it in the spring of 2008. I was getting low-grade cramps after sitting at my computer all day, which I put down to poor posture. Then I woke up two nights in a row with abdominal pain I couldnâ€™t blame on posture or indigestion. Thatâ€™s when I first felt the hardness in my gut.
The cramps went away about the time I made an appointment with my family physician but the lump remained. I remember kneading my gut on the way to the doctorâ€™s trying to rekindle the pain that had caused me to make the appointment in the first place. Turns out I didnâ€™t have to worry about wasting the doctorâ€™s time; he could feel the abnormality and wouldnâ€™t buy my glib explanation that it was my abs of steel.
â€œItâ€™s only hard on one side,â€ he pointed out.
â€œOkay,â€ I conceded, â€œHow about ab of steel?â€
â€œHow about you get a CT scan,â€ he countered.
The scan revealed a mass large enough to warrant an immediate trip to a surgeon/oncologist, which is how I wound up at Dr. Dillonâ€™s.
Larry Dillon is a personable man with salt-and-pepper hair, an open face and straightforward manner. During our first visit he had explained to my wife, Susan, and me that the normal course of treatment is a complete surgical resection of the omentum. Before we left he warned about doing research on the Internet because the information on solid omental tumors â€œwill scare you silly.â€
He got that right.
I had no problem finding authoritative articles on omental masses. I had hoped it was something Catholics attended during Lent, but no such luck. An article on eMedicine clinically stated that, â€œPatients with primary malignant tumors of the omentum have a median survival time of only six months. Only 10-20% of patients are alive two years after surgical excision.â€1
The word that popped out at me was â€œsurvival,â€ a stark concept for a fifty-six-year-old who had seldom been sick and who had only been in a hospital as a visitor. Till now my closest brushes with mortality had been conducting funerals as a pastor. All that was about to change. Since then Iâ€™ve been in and out of hospitals, clinics and doctorâ€™s offices. I have gone from a high-energy to a high-maintenance lifestyle; from avoiding even aspirin to popping up to twenty pills a day and having lethal doses of toxic chemicals injected directly into my chest.
Scan This, Biopsy That
The transition from diagnosis (determining whatâ€™s wrong with a person), to prognosis (discerning how a disease will progress), is facilitated by a plethora of tests. It was a CT scan that sent me to Dr. Dillon. He in turn ordered a biopsy of the mass in my abdomen.
Computed Axial Tomography, aka CAT or CT scan, was invented in 1972 by a British engineer and a South African physicist, both of whom later received Nobel Prizes for their contributions to medicine and science. Tomos is Greek for â€œsliceâ€ and graphia means â€œwithout a knife.â€ The CT scan uses X-rays and computers to examine the body in 3-D, which sure beats exploratory surgery! It allows radiologists to see diseases and abnormalities that, in the past, could only be found by surgeonsâ€”or coroners. Thankfully, the procedure is painless, unless you count drinking the contrast solution, which tastes like banana-flavored chalk.
I reported to Memorial Hospital on June 26 for my tumor biopsy. I remember talking to a nurse named Tammy while on the examination table and the next thing I knew I was in the recovery room an hour later. Thanks to the wonders of modern medicine and the skills of top-flight professionals, I can truly say the process was painless.
As I looked at my stomach after the biopsy, I noticed the â€œxâ€ they made before the procedure was an inch below the actual cut. I pointed this out to Tammy, who explained that theyâ€™d marked me while I was holding my breath during the scan. Once I was under, I relaxed, hence the change in location. There went my hopes of a malpractice suit. Actually, I was impressed at how personable and professional the medical personnel have treated me) an observation that has held true throughout my treatment).
All I have to show for the biopsy the next day is a small bruise and a slight soreness. I feel pretty upbeat but Iâ€™m careful not to get too exuberant or else Iâ€™ll pay the price. To an extent, I believe Newtonâ€™s Third Law also applies to emotions: â€œFor every feeling, there is an equal and opposite feeling.â€ Like other natural forces, emotions come finely balanced on a shifting fulcrum.
The hardest part of this ordeal so far has been telling family and friends and hearing the concern and tears in their voices. The possibility of a shortened life hasnâ€™t registered on me yet. Iâ€™m not trying to suppress my feelings; they just havenâ€™t gotten too worked up.
Obviously God has entered my thoughts but this crisis hasnâ€™t suddenly cured my inability to pray. For a few years now Iâ€™ve suffered from the loss of a sense of Godâ€™s presence and shed my evangelical worldview. Iâ€™ve been adrift in a spiritual Sargasso Sea, which may have contributed to my getting sick. More on this later.
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â€œCancer is a word, not a sentence.â€