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Sunday, May 6, 2007

Because parents need to know - Part 4







Part 4 . . . . Doctor Death, captain of the dream team



I woke up with peace in my heart . . . And I knew my little family and me, we get through this thing together.



Our doctor referred us to Dr. King, a surgeon from Froedtert hospital. We called, made an appointment for the next day . . . When CANCER is involved, Doctors move very quickly. . . . I was surprised.



At Froedtert, we parked in a four story parking structure. And made our way to the elevators, our car was on the daisy level. Daisies you laugh . . . The speakers were blasting out Doris Day singing her rendition of “Please don’t eat the daisies.” And I couldn’t help smiling. It eased my mind just a little.



I remember crossing the walkway and feeling my throat tighten, I wanted to scream, to run and hide. I watched all the others crowd into that tunnel maze, no one knowing where they were or where they going, they just did.



I remember pushing the up button and waiting forever waiting. Everyone crowding in and I wondered . . . What terminal disease did they have?



We sat in the outer waiting room for what seemed like a life time and then I thought maybe it was . . . My boys. Finally someone lead us through the big double doors, into one of the many small examining rooms. My son sat first, and then my wife, I stood.



And shortly the doctor came in, a thin man, youthful thirty-five or so. His name was Dr. King. Heather, his assistant was with him.



“Where did you go to school?” I asked trying to make myself at ease.

“Iowa,” he said proudly.

“A Hawkeye, eh?”

“Yes . . . “ he said, rather surprised I knew.

“We used to live in Des Moines.”



Then and there my boy coined his handle, doctor death. That’s when I knew my baby boy was scared. He was scared of the surgery and I was too.



The doctor explained my boy’s sarcoma for us. He told us that he wanted him to go through Chemo and radiation. A regiment, it was a nationally recognized procedure for his type of CANCER. I felt a little comforted in that doctors had a standardized plan of attack.



“Maybe we’re not the first, the only this has ever happened to?” I thought to myself.



Then he explained why he wanted my son to go through hell’s gate . . . He said it would reduce the margins of the tumor. So when he operated he would be able to cut all the ugliness from my baby’s body.





Dan Hanosh

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Because parents need to know - Part 1 . . .



Because parents need to know - Part 2 . . .



Because parents need to know - Part 3 . . .





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Because parents need to know . . .



Part 3 . . . . My Angel comes to me



And that night, I tossed and turned and couldn’t find my way to sleep . . . And when I finally rolled into slumber land, I dreamed . . . And you may not believe what I’m going to tell you now. But this is really the way it happened.



In a dream, I heard a voice and that voice said to me, my baby boy would be alright . . . I never doubted her words, for that was what I wanted to hear and my angel, she was my mom . . . I don’t know why? Mom had died several years before . . . And her words gave me the peace I needed to go on . . . To go through what was about to begin.



And I will never forget, her words, they were grace to me. “Don’t worry,” she said, “everything’s going to be alright.” And I remember sleeping like a baby the rest of that black night . . .



Because Parents Need To Know . . . Part 1



Because Parents Need To Know . . . Part 2





Dan Hanosh

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Because parents need to know . . . part2

Because parents need to know . . .



Part 2 . . . My Nightmare Continues



We left the doctors office, stunned, but unsure of what was about to begin. We knew he had a growth, but we didn’t know if we should worry or . . . And after finding out a biopsy was done and three days later we knew, he had the Big C, CANCER. The word everyone runs from.



A funny thing happened . . . We went to Starbucks for coffee two weeks before any of this occurred. And somehow my wife started talking to the person behind the counter . . . He told us, he was CANCER FREE . . . And I spent an hour with this young man. He shared his story and his live with me and before I left I gave him a hug and said if you ever need anything, call me and handed him my card.



And two weeks later, we knew by phone . . . It was the Big C. Wow, the wind was knocked out of me . . . The thoughts that fly through your mind when you find that your little boy may die . . . That’s what happens when you get the Big C, isn’t it?



That’s what I thought . . . And so my wife and I had to drive, to escape, to run and hide . . . But there’s no hiding from the Big C . . . We drove and drove so many hours and ended up in the Dells . . . We went to a Casino to forget and the quarters fell like m and m’s. And when we left in the dark black of night, as I drove my thoughts stopped on my poor little one, seventeen is too young for any of this. And my tears began to flow and I didn’t care who saw any of this. Not my wife, no one mattered. And they never stopped until I reached my blacktop drive . . .



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




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Because Parents need to know

Because Parents need to know . . .



Part 1 . . . What’s the worst part of CANCER





Of course it could be the end . . . But other than that, it’s finding out. A parent’s worst nightmare is finding out a child has CANCER.



My son complained that his shoulder hurt. He carried a backpack that weighed at least 40lbs. And we thought it was that . . . And so we took him to a friend of mine, a chiropractor and he worked on him for several weeks. And my son didn’t get better . . . And my friend he said you better get an MRI and we did.



I remember a phone call from my doctor. He wanted us to come in. And when we did, his nurse took us to a waiting room and I passed his office. I looked in and he was seated with his head in his hands . . . And I knew.



And the minutes that followed were the longest I have ever had to go through. And tears swelled in my eyes and my throat seemed to fight for air. My stomach began to knot.



And then he came in . . . And our five months of Hell began . . .



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

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Friday, April 27, 2007

Because parents need to know . . . part2

Because parents need to know . . .

Part 2 . . . My Nightmare Continues

We left the doctors office, stunned, but unsure of what was about to begin. We knew he had a growth, but we didn’t know if we should worry or . . . And after finding out a biopsy was done and three days later we knew, he had the Big C, CANCER. The word everyone runs from.

A funny thing happened . . . We went to Starbucks for coffee two weeks before any of this occurred. And somehow my wife started talking to the person behind the counter . . . He told us, he was CANCER FREE . . . And I spent an hour with this young man. He shared his story and his live with me and before I left I gave him a hug and said if you ever need anything, call me and handed him my card.

And two weeks later, we knew by phone . . . It was the Big C. Wow, the wind was knocked out of me . . . The thoughts that fly through your mind when you find that your little boy may die . . . That’s what happens when you get the Big C, isn’t it?

That’s what I thought . . . And so my wife and I had to drive, to escape, to run and hide . . . But there’s no hiding from the Big C . . . We drove and drove so many hours and ended up in the Dells . . . We went to a Casino to forget and the quarters fell like m and m’s. And when we left in the dark black of night, as I drove my thoughts stopped on my poor little one, seventeen is too young for any of this. And my tears began to flow and I didn’t care who saw any of this. Not my wife, no one mattered. And they never stopped until I reached my blacktop drive . . .

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
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Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com
Dan’s Room 2 Write


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Because Parents need to know

Because Parents need to know . . .

Part 1 . . . What’s the worst part of CANCER


Of course it could be the end . . . But other than that, it’s finding out. A parent’s worst nightmare is finding out a child has CANCER.

My son complained that his shoulder hurt. He carried a backpack that weighed at least 40lbs. And we thought it was that . . . And so we took him to a friend of mine, a chiropractor and he worked on him for several weeks. And my son didn’t get better . . . And my friend he said you better get an MRI and we did.

I remember a phone call from my doctor. He wanted us to come in. And when we did, his nurse took us to a waiting room and I passed his office. I looked in and he was seated with his head in his hands . . . And I knew.

And the minutes that followed were the longest I have ever had to go through. And tears swelled in my eyes and my throat seemed to fight for air. My stomach began to knot.

And then he came in . . . And our five months of Hell began . . .

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
dhanosh writingup
Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com
Dan’s Room 2 Write

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