Relay For Life From a Cancer Survivor's Perspective

A version of this column was first published in 2012; it is being re-published today in advance of a number of Relay For Life events coming up the weekend of June 3-5.

This coming weekend, a total of 11 American Cancer Society Relay For Life events will be held throughout Connecticut, and I have the privilege of participating in the North Central Connecticut Relay at Suffield Middle School.

This Friday marks seven years in remission for me; my final radiation treatment was on June 3, 2009.

Since successfully completing treatment, I have had numerous occasions to think about my life - the ups, the downs, my battle with cancer and the reasons I conquered it.

For those of you who don't know me, here's the background:

In the summer of 2008, I was on top of the world. I had two wonderful children, was editor-in-chief of my hometown newspaper, was coaching high school ice hockey and had just recorded the third hole-in-one of my life (on three different golf courses, in three different decades).

Suddenly, in September of that year, almost everything changed. I had been experiencing increasing pain in my left leg throughout the summer, and in typical guy fashion, waited about six weeks before deciding to see a doctor.

While awaiting the test results, I was laid off from my job. A week later came the diagnosis: a form of cancer called diffuse large B-cell lymphoma in my left femur. In layman's terms, cancer had eroded away some of my left thighbone.

The first step was surgery to attach more than a foot of stabilizing stainless steel to the bone. I am, to say the least, an extremely difficult patient, and Dr. Kevin Raskin and the staff at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston did a phenomenal job during my eight-day stay there.

A few days after returning home, I began suffering excruciating pain in the leg and called East Windsor Ambulance. Within an hour of arrival at Baystate Medical Center in Springfield, I was in the operating room having a massive blood clot removed. When I awoke, the surgeon, Dr. Julius Brecht, told me, "That could have killed you."

After another six-day stay in the hospital, my 55 staples and I came home for good on Nov. 22, 2008, but I still had the cancer treatment to endure.

Before my first chemotherapy session in early January, I had to basically learn to walk again. At just 43 years of age, I had to rely on a walker for a month, then graduated to a cane.

2009 began with three and a half months of chemo, in which I was hooked up to machines for up to nine hours at a time. In the midst of those sessions came one of the most incredible experiences of my life, when my family and the town of Enfield rallied together to hold a benefit dinner to help with my mounting medical and living expenses.

The evening of March 14, 2009 is forever etched in my memory and my heart. Guests ranging from now-Sen. Richard Blumenthal to old college friends to people I'd never heard of showed up at the Mount Carmel Hall in Enfield to help in my fight. I am eternally grateful to the hundreds of people who came to my aid during my struggle.

Once chemo ended, I had a brief respite, followed by five weeks of daily radiation. Finally, the big day arrived, and the staff at the D'Amour Center for Cancer Care in Springfield handed me a diploma as I tearfully completed my last treatment.

With the physical aspects of cancer behind me, I still had the mental anguish to deal with. No one would hire me for a full-time job for nearly another year and a half, and my despair continued until I landed the position of Enfield local editor for the Patch Media Corp. in late 2010.

Today, I exhibit a permanent limp, and scar tissue around the surgically-repaired area flares up on occasion, but I know I am luckier than many others who did not have the good fortune to survive this terrible disease as I did.

All these emotions, memories and thoughts go through my mind as I walk the Survivor Lap at Relay For Life each year. Cancer survivors walk once around the track with their caregivers, and since 2012, I have walked that lap holding hands with both of my children.

My first Survivor Lap was held in a downpour, but no amount of rain could put a damper on the outpouring of love that accompanies Relay For Life. As my kids and I circled the track with other survivors and their families, the applause of hundreds of supporters caused a flood of emotions to flow inside me.

My kids are my heroes. They were just nine and six when I was diagnosed - too young to really understand the possible ramifications. However, they were savvy enough to know that their dad was sick, and they did everything they could to make me feel better.

It was because of my kids that I fought the fight against cancer. It was because of my kids that I beat it. And it was because of my kids that I will do everything in my power to help those who are affected by this disease.

I will continue to support Relay For Life for the rest of my life, which, thanks to the inspiration of my kids, should be for many more years.

Over the weekend of June 3-5, Relay For Life events are scheduled in Bridgeport, Cheshire, Wolcott, Manchester, Trumbull, New Fairfield, Suffield, Plainville, Vernon, Norwich and Southington.