I am an old skool biker, who has over fifty years of riding and ridden with a worldwide motorcycle club for over twenty years. In 2008 I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Terminal Inoperable Esophageal cancer. The VA told me I had a 40% chance to make another year, they weren't going to try to heal me just make me comfortable while I die. I fired the first oncologist and went up to oncology where I found a doctor more confident in his skills and practice. I told him, "Don't tell me I'm going to die because it's not an option, I have a three-year-old son who I'm going to see graduate college". After extensive chemotherapy and radiation, they removed my esophagus and stretched my stomach up through my chest to make a new one. A week later I hadn't even left OIC and they rushed me into the OR at 6:30 on a Friday night to remove the part of the stomach they attempted to make a new esophagus from as it had infected. (I knew if they were working overtime on a Friday night I was in big trouble.) I almost died that night. They left me with a half a stomach, with two feeding tubes stuck in it and no esophagus. I lived that way for almost a year when they decided I was in remission and strong enough to endure another surgery. At this point, they sent me to Moffett Cancer Center across the street from the VA hospital where a doctor by the name of Richard Karl took part of my colon and constructed a new esophagus from it. (I can now talk shit legally). My first meal after a year and a half was Thanksgiving 2009 and you can bet your sweet bippy, I was thankful. Not only for beating cancer or being able to eat again and enjoy my family, but I was also thankful to have had one of the top surgeons in his field save my life. Dr. Karl started surgery in Vietnam as a meatball surgeon in a MASH hospital and has since retired. If at my old age I can have a hero he's mine. By the way, my son is fourteen as of this writing and I have custody of him. He and my other two children are the main reason I beat the cancer. I want to thank everyone who prayed for me, sent positive vibes to me, had Reike secessions, sent me money to help with my bills, came and took care of me after my surgeries, my family, friends, and last but not least my extended family, the Vietnam/Legacy Vets Motorcycle Club for being there when I needed them most. While I was fighting the big "C" I wrote a book of short stories called Bedtime Stories for Psuedo Adult Bikers. I hope you take the time to read it and learn a little about the biker realm. My cancer survival story will be in the back of all the books I write and hopefully publish.
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