Three years ago, my Uncle James was almost at the end of his life after suffering from prostate cancer for almost five years. However, he sought treatment at the Lady Davis Institute/Jewish General Hospital (LDI) and his luck turned around. I should mention that although James is my uncle, he is only older than me by five years. James is the last born brother to my mother and she is very fond of him. James has been a significant part of our family since we were kids and he mostly stayed with us during his schooling days and also when he got a job in our hometown.
Following this stretched familiarity and time spent together, I am very fond of James or Jim as I referred to him in our early days. He is a very charming character and having no other brother in our family; I have often considered James as my big brother. Considering our cordial brotherly relationship, you can imagine the blow that was dealt on my family when James was diagnosed with prostate cancer.
James attended college in our hometown and he usually spent most of his time at our home. I was in high school then and I was very happy with the arrangement. He was always the fun uncle who snack beers to me and my buddies and gave us ‘inspirational’ dating lessons. After finishing college, Uncle James secured a job in a company in my hometown and rented his own place. It was really fun until the symptoms kicked in.
My uncle’s problems started when he started having difficulty urinating and noticing blood in his urine. At first he thought that he was suffering from an STD and he even remarked that he had engaged in rather unsavory sexual event sometime back. He related his anomalies to me as we discussed such incidents freely. He quickly visited an old college buddy, who worked as a health clinician and he was given some medication for the ailment, on the basis of an STD. The symptoms abated for a while and then they were back.
He also started experiencing pain in his pelvis and back, and complaining of intense pain when urinating. The medical friend recommended a test and it was quickly ascertained that he was in the late stages of prostate cancer. That is when our lives were shattered. The doctors claimed that it was genetically caused considering his young age. Apparently, the cancer had been eating away at him without showing any symptoms for some time.
‘Miracle’ Medical Intervention
After suffering in different hospitals without any discernible improvements, a friend recommended the LDI. After he was admitted at the LDI, we started noticing substantial health improvements for the first time in five years. The oncology department at the LDI had quite a number of medical ‘miracles’ up their sleeve.
After discerning that the disease had spread to the bones, the facility provided appropriate medication including pain medications and targeted therapy. In less than three months, my uncle was significantly recovered and thanks to the counseling sessions, he was in an upbeat mood again. It is now three years since he sought treatment at this facility and we are more than glad that he did. Although the disease is not cured, the marvelous facility has given uncle James wonderful palliative care and he is now reasonably well.
Furthermore, the doctors are optimistic that ongoing research will ultimately result in a cure. We all wish the LDI good luck in their oncology research and hope that my uncle will survive until the cure for this cruel illness is discovered.