My Son, Jay |
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Thursday, 04 November 2004 00:00 | |||
Jay flew back to BC the day he was diagnosed to quit his job, pack his belongings and make the drive back across the country. Rick flew out to join him three days later and accompany him back. Together they drove through blinding snowstorms in the mountains and on the prairies and returned to Ontario in three days in order to have the tumour removed a week later. That was it; he didn't want to talk about it, didn't want his friends to know and aside from having regular CAT scans and x-rays every four months, later once a year, employing a healthier diet and daily applications of suntan lotion, his life resumed as normal. Unfortunately, as with many cancers, melanoma demands diligence and once it settles into a person, it seldom leaves for good. When I first heard the word melanoma coming from the doctor's mouth and it being related to Jay, I was horrified. Gone were the days when I could gather him in my arms and kiss the "Owwee" away and I instinctively knew this was going to be a different kind of challenge for him and for me. I spent weeks on the Internet looking for help and understanding and I learned many things, which I passed on to Jay. Melanoma is one of three skin cancers; the rarest but also the deadliest and it is the fastest growing cancer per population today. The causes of it are still being learned however exposure to the sun (intensified by the Ozone layer depletion) is the leader, followed by the diminished nutritional value of today's foods. Jay's colouring (blonde, blue-eyed and fair skinned) also plays a role in it. So ultimately, prevention is the key. More tomorrow...
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