Reborn. Again.

For Sure.

I’m here to bring you all good news. That God is alive and continues to bless me with amazing things and enrich my life. As most of you know….Well lets start from a bit earlier so none of us are missing anything.

I was recuperating fast from my stem cell transplant. Getting my appetite back, gaining a tiny bit of the weight back that I lost during my transplant, engaged to be married and starting a new chapter with the most amazing woman in my life. Hit a bit of a pot hole it seemed like. I went into the doctor for a routine check up and he said he felt a small lymph node. I’m thinking, “Great! I hope its not what I think he thinks it is!” I got a PET scan that measure the metabolic activity in my body. (In other words, it checks for where cancer is in your body). With the results coming back being anything but stellar. It was abnormal. Now what? What does abnormal mean? Well, its not great news but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It could be nothing, my oncologist says to me. My negativity wraps around me like an ugly scarf.  My mind races. Thinking of everything I’ve been through and what I have yet to go through.  ”STOP” I said to myself. You don’t know anything for sure. I started to think positively instead. Taking every day by itself and not worrying about what might come tomorrow.  God knows all that and he’ll take care of it. Why challenge my puny brain with work it CANNOT do like predict the future, so I won’t. I sacrificed everything to God and allowed him to place my future in accordance to His Will. Makes things much easier and less stressful. Bonus: I’m trusting God with my life. Who better to trust your life in? (Answer: No one)  Anyway I need to get a biopsy of the misbehaving cells (abnormal cells). I got my biopsy Tuesday of this past week.  It was to check for recurring Hodgkins Disease 3 months post stem cell transplant.

Waiting 3 days after my procedure to get a phone call from my doctor. My phone rings, knowing who it is before I see the screen, I answer. It was my oncologist’s assistant, she started explain that she had the results of the biopsy. “I have you results here” she explained. “Your doctor wanted me to tell you that the biopsy found NO sign of recurring Hodgkins disease.” she declared. My head sank into my arms, like a boulder falling through the ocean.  God wanted to let me know that He healed me, and He alone allowed it to happen. “Thank you God!” I yelled. “Thank you Jesus, for answering my prayers!” There is no one I give high praises to other then God for this outcome. I thank Him for the doctors he put in my life and the decision for what medicine to use when. 

With all of the prayers lifting up from you and I alike, God has decided to bless me with NEGATIVE biopsy results. God is with us always and this is proof that he listens to our prayers and is alive. Thank you all for you prayers, every single one makes a difference and thank Jesus, Lord of Heaven!

Zach

Survivalist becomes Survivor.

Whoa.

It has been too long. Since I’ve have been on here. I’m at day +….a lot more then 100 I can tell you that.  Still recovering from my transplant, but man, am I doing fantastic. By the grace of God my body is recuperating so fast.  There is still time till I’m 100% but so much has been happening.  Work is going great, I have the best girl a guy can ask for, and great new opportunities are presenting themselves as far as my photography (and videography) company goes. So much great stuff…All of your prayers have payed off so well. God is blessing me on a daily basis, life is good! I’ve been reflecting back on the past 4 months, reading through my old posts, realizing the battles I’ve fought through, and won. The cancer survivalist becomes a cancer survivor. 

Now, its time to tell this story, the story of how I beat cancer through the grace of God. The idea (and fact) that God has given me this story to tell is truly sublime. Stay tuned (best to follow me on twitter for updates @zachjamesdavis) to when I tell my testimony at my church.  Yeah, getting up in front of thousands of people and talking.  It is exciting. I think I’m also going to produce a full testimony video.  I have a cool concept for a testimony video. I want to tell as many people as I can. Even if my testimony hits home for only one person, my job is done. Maybe even start traveling and talking to others that are struggling.  That are in mid battle. That don’t have a hope, or are struggling with finding hope.  There was a time when I was there, and it was difficult to imagine I would be at the point I am now, or even be alive. I know that’s raw, but I’m being terribly honest. I tend to do that a lot.  So here I am, starting a new chapter. No, more like starting a new book entirely.  

Thank you to all of you who still follow this blog. (And who kept bugging me to blog again.) I think I’m going to make it a more frequent event.

Here is to you.

-Zach

Cancer Free (Day +54)

Try to eat. Sleep. Repeat. (Day +32)

Try to eat. Sleep. And repeat, has been my program lately. Road to recovery definitely has its share of pot holes and zig zag paths. Speaking of roads, I’m watching outside my bedroom window overlooking the park and street that lead to the entrance and exit to my gated community. Watching people drive by and go about their important lives. Well I don’t know that for sure, people who are driving by could be complete losers driving around for no reason but the former makes me feel more at ease. People playing in the park, dogs frolicking about in the green grass. It’s like watching living tv. Let me tell you, it’s much better then watching that other kind of tv.

Time to get real. Anxiety has been creeping into my life blocking my view of endless blessings God is laying down upon me lately. My doctors say my recovery is going just as expected, and my blood counts are looking great and are on the rise. They stop and ask me, as an unsatisfied look appears on my face, “So Zach, how are you feeling?”. To which I reply “I feel like crap, but if you say I’m doing good, your the doc.” I say that with a lack of amusement just because I don’t feel like myself. Like I did before my transplant. When I say I feel like crap to my doctor I’m talking about losing my hair, nausea, the inevitability of weight loss, and lack of appetite as side effects from the transplant. Talking about that stuff with my doctor pre transplant and going through it myself mid-post transplant are two entirely different instances all together. It’s tough. It will be tough, but all of that will get better, with time and exercise. But, man oh man, am I blessed. Nothing but support and love flooding through in the form of emails, calls, facetiming, text messages, posts, and first person visits. Thank you and keep it coming. I’m getting better everyday with your support. Today is a new day, and I’m feeling great so far.

Battle #147….WON (Day 19)

My 147th battle has been WON! I don’t know if I’ve been through 147 per say, but I picked a random number of that caliber to make a point. I finally broke out of Mayo Clinic. Like a fugitive of the medical community. I’ve never FELT SO ALIVVVE!! First night prompted itself to be a very luxurious night. The idea of being able to curl up in my own sheets and pillows and teddy bear (Yeah, layoff. I have a teddy bear, so what? It’s actually a stuffed ape that Kayla got me for V day but thats not important right now) and getting my 8 hours. Not to mention the end of “every 4 hour” wake up call I was used to in the hospital. It was such a fallacy of my own mind to get a “full nights” sleep.  Horrible first night, just being that I was nauseated all night and couldn’t get all the sleep I wanted but who does anyway? A lot of people, but not everyone.  Thats good enough for me, and it will get better.  My body has been completely and utterly broken down to nothing.  My immune system could probably go up against a 1 year old infant’s.  Well , no, then again the infant’s immune system would beat mine into oblivion (at least for now).  Nausea and relief from nausea are going back and forth like an old school game of pong.  (If you don’t know what pong is, Google it, jeeze) To finish this up on a positive note, I’m knocking back these days to recovery like I’m downing my stupid amounts of medication.  As days climb away from my transplant (day +1,+2,+3) I’m feeling better and better.  Life is good.

“I’m out!” (Day +14)

I’m out! My time has come to leave this great place at Mayo Clinic. Great nurses, terrible food, and I don’t have that IV poll following me around anymore. Thing should go make some new friends, sadly, I know it will. Just to be able to maneuver around outside is a blessing in and of itself. I was probably the only recently released patient doing ballerina twirls and twist right outside the front doors of the hospital. Well, that was a bit of a fib but just imagine that great image I gave you for the rest of your day! Not to mention I’m going to get a full nights rest!! Wait… Did you already forget about that? The lovely nurses at Mayo needed to get vitals and my weight every 4 hours into the night (pretty much, your walking up a couple times a night). So long random weight checks!! Seriously though, God bless those nurses. They’re the only ones who can clean up feces with a smile on their faces.

But to go a little deeper, people ask me, how do you I stay positive through all of this?

One name: Jesus Christ

Here I go. Walking into one of the best hospitals in the U.S. (and possibly the world) to get a stem cell transplant, which already a miracle that it is possible. People come from all over the U.S. and the world to be treated. They even have a hotel next to it, I mean that’s boss status in the hospital community I would imagine. Not only is being next to one of the highest rated hospitals in the states, I also live next to it.  

Do you want to know what (my) Cancer is to me?  Cancer is a blessing. Yes but more an opportunity, and I’ll tell you why, because that idea can be (and to most, is) far fetched. For the longest time I’ve been praying for strength, perspective, and happiness.  Having some but mostly none of these aspects in life and sick of believing in false idols to make me temporarily satisfied.  God has given me all of these through my disease.  Strength to stand the treatment, and my everyday life.  Perspective for the experiences he allows me to have.  Happiness for the outcome of those experiences.  I’m so greatful for all He has given me, giving me gifts of being a musician, photographer, to allowing me to sleep with out pain and nausea for the last few weeks. No matter what happens, I know because He is there.

For those of you who stuck around through all my rants and raves, thank you. I got to see some great people come visit me during my time at Mayo and I hope I wasn’t to crabby.

Till next time, party on!

These are falling times (day +9)

So, these aren’t really falling times, I was trying to be clever when I’ve done something silly.. stupid…, and clumsily. That’s right I’m talking falling, like tripping an *plop*, flat on my face. I fell today and I am now prepared to chat about it.
You know falling is the worse thing you can do in a hospital? Once it happens, new signs go up on your door. They give you these nasty red socks that I’ve been dreading to get. The nurses treat you like a leper. Well not really, they’re actually really nice about it. I was hoping to avoid reddies this time around. I’m not going to wear them. I’ll show them!

Oh never told everyone what I got Kayla for a valentine gift. (some people have been complaining I haven’t revealed it yet) I made her this picture book of us, and all the pictures we have since we’ve been together. Put little captions underneath each one. Turned out to be a great little book, I was proud of it, and most importantly, she loved it!

Chew on this little bit of awesomeness, my round of doctors are giving me a tentative discharge date (they haven’t told me yet) for when I can leave the hospital. They’re like the CIA when it comes to info, I’ll just have to wait for a leak somewhere, or I can go the Jason Bourne route. Nah. I forget what day of the week it is too much, I couldn’t handle it if I kept forgetting my own name too.

Breath in (Day +7)

Ugh. The worst of it all seems to have come to an end. Past couple nights has either been constant nausea or constant muscle-skeletal pain. Luckily muscle-skeletal muscle irritation is much more fun to say then go though. it’s time to breath, start breathing in this new life that Christ has put before me, and start to live it. I’ve been having a hard time in here spiritually as well. When all this pain is coming on and I’m looking for him and you don’t get an instantaneous answer, it could be very discouraging. It was but there he was on that last second giving relief to my pain. So blessed.
If something bad happens to you, don’t give up…pray, live.

“D Day” (Day 0)

D Day. Ground zero. Rebirth. Some what.. (Cut to a scene of an epic battle) Camera pans steadily downward from black. Blood caresses the morning sky of all the unlucky stem cells that didn’t make it through. A battle, versus two sides. Chemo vs Zach’s Immune system. Its a blood bath, some cells manage to scream to their body’s immune system, “send more troops to fight this chemo!” It was too late, the chemo whipped everything out. It came to do what it was meant to do. Like the nuclear bomb of the body it left no trance of good or bad cells. Finally all the dust settles, and there is no movement for miles.

Believe it or not getting my stem cells infused this time around was much more anticlimactic. Last time I was getting a prior chemo regiment that was knocking me out every 2 weeks I had to get it to my first transplant. This time around I just laid there watching what seemed to be a bag of blood being infused but was really were stem cells. From now on, this transplant will challenge my strength to the fullest, and my patience to the limit. Let’s do this!!