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Sunday, September 30, 2012
Angels Along The Way ....
All along this journey, I've encountered many angels in human-form. Too many to name. My first angel came to me via my local Leukemia & Lymphoma Society chapter. After my hospitalization, I didn't feel as if my first oncologist was on the same page as me, so I called LLS to try to find another doctor. Although they don't give referrals, they were so helpful and offered to send me material to read, told me about their financial assistance program, and before we ended our call, the resource person said, "Jodi, would you like me to have one of our volunteers give you a call who may have a cancer such as yours?" When I told her of the rarity of my particular type, she said that she'd put me down on her list anyway. I thanked her for her assistance. About an hour later, the phone rang. I answered it. "Hello, Jodi. My name is Dick Post and I was referred to you by the local LLS chapter. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to share my story with you." He told me a little bit about himself and then he asked about my situation. When I mentioned that I was only the 201st person to be diagnosed with SPTCL, he said, "Although I don't have your particular kind of lymphoma, I want to tell you my story." Mr. Post said, that ten years ago to the date of our conversation, he developed a lump as well as some other symptoms. I got goosebumps! HIS story eerily reminded me of what I was in the midst of! He asked me about my doctors and I said that I'd just made an appointment for a second opinion the following day. When I told him the oncologist's name, he said, "Jodi, that is the VERY doctor who saved my life! You are going to be in good hands!" More goosebumps! Mr. Post said that this doctor hospitalized him, and after countless tests and no answers, he called in a team of doctors from all over the country ... they discovered that his form of lymphoma was the rarest of all - he was the FIRST patient to be diagnosed with it! Suddenly, being "Patient # 201 paled in comparison. Mr. Post gave me just what I needed at that time ... a feeling of HOPE that I would get better. A sense of caring. He called me many times over the course of the next few months until I moved away. I can never thank him enough for being my special angel!