I was sitting in Denver International Airport when Stan, a forty-three-year-old engineer from New Mexico, called. Stan recently “beat” Leukemia. He said the worst part, outside of being diagnosed, was being alone during and after the treatments. “The rigorous treatments zap all your energy. You feel helpless, like a baby, lying in bed.” Stan said he wanted to die at times lying in bed alone, for hours, with no strength. He said the thought of sharing his life with another person in the future gave him hope and strength during his difficult period.
I asked Stan how he learned he had Leukemia. He said he’s always been in good shape and went in for his yearly physical. His red and white blood cell counts were off. His physician thought it could be diabetes, but after further testing ruled that out. Once Leukemia was detected, Stan’s oncologist proposed an aggressive plan to rid his body of it.