John Stamos Cell Carcinoma

Last week I got a core biopsy on the mass in my neck. The original FNA (fine needle aspiration) biopsy suggested that the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes from somewhere else, but it was inconclusive. Additionally, blood tests showed that my hemoglobin IGG level was low – a possible indicator of lymphoma. (I started calling it “Lenny the Lymph Node” because it’s in my lymph nodes)

Friday of last week I had an appointment with my surgeon and he reviewed the biopsy results with me. I have squamous cell carcinoma (“squamous rhymes with “Stamos” so I have been saying I have “John Stamos Cell Carcinoma”). It is NOT a lymphoma. Basically, there is a spot somewhere in my ear/nose/throat that is the primary site for the cancer. It is small – smaller than my littlest fingernail – and as such did not show up on the PET or CAT scans 2 weeks ago. At this time we don’t know exactly where the primary site is located – in medical terms it is “occult,” meaning hidden.

This type of cancer is primarily associated with smokers and heavy drinkers. It’s the throat cancer you get from using chewing tobacco, cigarettes, or heavy, heavy drinking. I have never had a cigarette in my life, drink very moderately, and have never put chewing tobacco anywhere near my mouth. The only other possible culprit is second-hand smoke.

My medical oncologist feels that this cancer is not tobacco-related at all, though. And that’s a good sign in that it’s easier to treat. It’s just one of those unfortunate roles of the dice. He also feels that the primary site is very small in a blood-starved area, which is why it remains hidden.

The type of cancer a person has significantly impacts the treatment plan. Since I don’t have lymphoma the proscribed course of action is as follows:

1. Immediate surgery to remove the cancerous lymph nodes (29th of this month). On the off chance that the cancer has spread to the muscle tissue in my neck, the neck muscle will have to be removed as well. (this will leave me with a slightly deformed neck if that is the case). In either case I will have a wicked cool scar on my neck.

2. Remove my tonsils, biopsy my voicebox, tongue, and throat in an attempt to find the primary site.

3. Recover for 6 weeks.

4. If the primary site is found, immediate targeted radiation on the infected area. If it is not found, broad-area radiation will be the treatment. Hopefully we’ll find the primary because broad area radiation has some possible and uncomfortable side effects.

5. Chemotherapy to “mop up” any possible cancer cells that may have moved through my body.

The surgery will be on September 29th and will be performed at Winter Park Memorial Hospital in Winter Park, FL. I can expect to be in the hospital for 2-4 days. The 29th can’t come soon enough for me. The tumor is growing in my neck and today, for the first time, it is causing some discomfort.

Carey is handling all the logistics around visitations, etc, while I am in the hospital. Please coordinate with her if you want to come by the hospital or the house after the surgery. She is my angel and I couldn’t do any of this without her. If you don’t know her email address then contact me and I will get you in touch with her – she’s my gatekeeper. Only those she lets pass shall be able to. 🙂

Anyway I hope this clears up the mystery and gives everyone a clear understanding of where I am. The prognosis is good that within 5 years I will be cancer free. There are no guarantees in this life, but I am confident that this will be the case. I have excellent medical care and the thoughts and prayers of hundreds of people around the world.

 

The Scariest Words

The Scariest Words

The scariest words you ever want to hear are “Mr. Sparks, we don’t know what that mass is in your neck and it may be malignant.”

Let me start from the beginning. Last Saturday Carey and I were getting ready to go out to dinner with friends. One of her friends has had an extremely difficult pregnancy and, since it was her friend’s birthday, we decided to go to Colorado Fondue with her and her husband, along with another couple.

We took the kids to my mother’s house. We were fortunate that one of my brother’s children was having a birthday party there and we could just drop the kids off and go to dinner. We took a change of clothes with us so we could “dress up” a little for dinner.

I changed just before we left and Carey walked over to fix the collar of my shirt. She touched my neck and said “what’s that?”

I felt my neck on the left side and felt that it was swollen. I got immediately concerned, but figured it was a swollen lymph node and that I had a sinus infection. I, literally, called my mom over to look at it.

It was swollen pretty badly. But none of us were unduly concerned. I was a little self-conscious of the swelling, but since I have long hair it was covered anyway. So we went to dinner.

On Monday the swelling still hadn’t gone down, so I made a doctor’s appointment. The squeezed me in on the same day. The staff at the doctor’s office were at once impressed and very startled by the size of my neck. They could clearly feel the mass. I was sent immediately to Lucerne hospital for a CAT scan.

The CAT scan results were back by 8000am the next morning. That’s yesterday for those keeping count. It was inconclusive, but the report stated clearly “we cannot rule out a malignancy at this point.”

Yeah – that freaked me out a little.

So my doctor immediately set up an appointment for me with a Ear/Nose/Throat specialist. That day. I had to get there by 10:00am to be seen.

An ancient 97-year-old doctor came in, looked at me, told me I had a slightly deviated septum, and proceeded to stick a 4-foot long tube in my nose to make sure there was nothing in my airways and sinus cavity that he could see. Nada.

So – he set me up with an appointment for this morning with his associate in Altamonte springs. I went there this morning. This doctor, extremely competent, did an ultrasound the mass. My faint hope that it was just a cyst was shattered when he said there were “no acoustic echos” in the mass. It was solid.

So he did a biopsy right there on the mass. Painful as hell, but it needed to be done.

In the end, he told me that 2 lymph nodes are “severely agitated” and that the most common cause of that is severe infection and cancer.

I’m already on anti-biotics and the swelling IS down somewhat – but the first doctor to say the word “cancer” to me was this one. I’ve been in a seriously odd state of mind all day as a result.

As I type I am in the office, but I am unable to work. I did a quick search on lymphoma, cancer of the lymph nodes, and truthfully it is a VERY treatable cancer with an over 80% survival rate. If I have that.

I just don’t know. I hope it’s an infection, but my worst-case fear is telling me to gear up for a battle against my own body. I won’t lie – I am scared. It’s fear of the unknown right now – I will know more in a few day and then I can decide on a course of action.

Carey has been an angel. I love her so much. I have been a raving lunatic these past 3 days – highs, lows, and in-between. I have been surly. Scared. Needy. Pushed her away. And through it all she has just looked at me, kissed me, held my had. She gives completely of herself.

Carey took time off of work. Has insisted on being at every doctor appointment with me. She stood int he room and watched the biopsy, whispered sweetly in my ear, and told me that she is there for me every step of the way.

She is amazing – she is absolutely wonderful and I love her so very much. This would be so much more difficult without her.

Anyway – I don’t know if I have an infection or something worse. I am nervous and unable to concentrate. I hope for the best but fear the worst. Keep me in your thoughts. I will update this blog with information as soon as I get something to share.

 

Sparks and the BEM (fiction)

“You’re a dead human, Sparks.”

The alien weapon was pointed menacingly at me. I knew I had only seconds to react; the Sslan were a warrior species hellbent on destroying humans in general and me in particular. Accidentally step on ONE royal larvae and they get all bent out of shape. You’d think they’d have a sense of humor about these things. After all, their larvae looked a lot like slugs. Who wouldn’t squish one with bare feet given the chance?

“I can revive the slug…err…larvae,” I said quickly. “I can clone an exact copy from the residual DNA stuck between my toes.”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in the alien visipods. The weapon wavered as bubbly and sickeningly wet noises burped from a hole somewhere from within the folds of mucus. My translat-vice spoke, “You can do this, human? You can clone a new baby Xchrtyc?”

“Sure,” I smile disingenuously, “Humans perfected cloning technology decades ago.”

“You do this and Sslaan Empire will dig a sludge pool in your honor on homeworld.” He pointed the weapon at me again, “You clone baby. Now.”

I nodded, “Sure thing, my snot-nosed friend. Here,” I pointed to a control panel across the cargo bay of my ship, “You can even help.”

Warily, the alien made its way to the control panel. “What do I do now?”

I removed my boot and started scraping muck from between my toes. “When I tell you, press the red button three times fast. Ignore the warning bells – those are just warning that the genetic material isn’t human. Okay?”

The alien nodded slimy visipods in understanding as I grabbed hold of the rail next to me.

“Now!”

The alien never knew what happened. In an instant, the cargo bay opened to empty space, sucked him out, and turned him into a frozen booger. I was whipped about for a few seconds, but the safety measures quickly shut the door and atmosphere was restored to normal levels.

Still giggling, I set the auto-pilot for a new star system. A desert planet this time. Wet worlds were no fun anymore.

Message in a Bottle

Here’s a link to another blog post I made on our corporate website this week.

Message in a Bottle

The Woes of Data Exchange

This is a link to my blog post for my company. Slightly geeky, but I’d like to at least have it tracked from here too:

The Woes of Data Exchange

A Pun is the Highest Form of Humor

I just wanted to share one of the 10 million reasons why I am so head over heels for Carey. This conversation is taken from memory, as much as possible, from last night as we lay in bed:

Ron: I’m really excited about writing again. I’ve had a story idea running through my mind all weekend.

Carey: You should write about that dream you had last week where I had shark DNA.

Ron: Ummmmmm. . . I don’t think so. That story would . . . bite.

Carey: No seriously, babe, I think it’s something people could really . . . sink their teeth into.

Ron: Nah – that story would be too . . . deep . . . for most people.

Carey: No need to be so . . . crabby . . . about it.

Ron: Sorry. I . . . . eel . . . badly now.

Carey: Holy mackerel. That was bad!

Ron: Watch it, you’re sailing into murky waters now.

Carey: So you should stop . . . floundering . . . with these bad puns.

Ron: What? You think I should just roll over and hide in my shell?

Carey: ~groans~ Go to sleep!

Ron: Ok. Remind me tomorrow morning that I have to . . . tuna . . . piano at my parents house.

Carey: ~laughing~ Who DOES this?

Ron: Just us.

Carey: Goodnight, sweetheart.

Ron: Good night honey. ~reaches over and scratches her back~ Is your back . . . urchin?

Carey: I’m begging you to stop!!!!

Ron: Ok – don’t be crabby.

Carey: I already said that.

Ron: No you didn’t.

Carey: Yes I did, now please, please, please, let me go to sleep. ~kisses me and gives me the “or else” look~

Poets and Thieves

between each sunset and sunrise,
in those dark hours in which only
poets and thieves thrive
I have wrestled not with my
demons
nor have I allowed my
somnolent eyes lure me to sleep
I have labored in these
nocturnal hours
with the notion of trying to
discover
the perfect expression of
what I feel
for
you

The oft over-used word
bandied about gaily, freely,
and without
consequence
by those very poets and thieves
who roam the night is “love” –
a word stolen
(for poets are thieves)
and maligned,
misunderstood,
and made meaningless
by those who cannot
well employ it

I love the fragrant and rich
aroma
of fresh-coffee brewed
in the early morning hours and
I love the spontaneous
sound
of a young and happy child brought
to laughter quite unexpectedly

I love dark and cloudless winter
skies
where the stars shine bright
enough to cast
shadows at
my feet and in your eyes
I love to ride
my motorcycle
for miles in the cool night air
with your arms
wrapped around my waist

These things I love

I confess I am a poor
poet
and I have not the wits to
be a thief
therefore I cannot
lay claim to a broken
and barren
word that has
so many
meanings
that it means
nothing

What then,
shall I call what we share?

(c) Ron Sparks 06/10/08

Motorcycles and Geek Ingenuity

So the battery on my motorcycle died. I went out and tried to start it the other day and the engine wouldn’t even turn once – just a sad clicking sound from the starter. So I pulled the battery out and saw that it was completely empty of acid.

Being the frugal nerd that I am I added about 1/3 spoonful of Epsom salt and some distilled water to the battery. That sometimes works and your battery will limp along for another month or two.

Not this time. My battery was completely shot.

So I woke up early this morning for some ungodly reason (630am) and ran to the auto parts store as soon as it opened. They did not have my battery. Annoyed, I was about to just call it quits when I decided to call Sears.

A lady named Andrea answered the phone as when I told her I needed her to look up my battery and see if it was in stick she asked me to hold a minute. Meanwhile, I started driving towards Sears – a 20 minute drive.

I was on hold the entire 20 minutes. It was amusing at first, but after 15 minutes I had a righteous ire going on. At 22 minutes, when I walked in the door of Sears automotive, with the phone still attached to my ear, I was downright pissed.

I walked up to Andrea and she asked if she could help me. I very politely told her to go ahead and take the call on hold. She looked at her phone in surprise and answered it.

I tuned my back on Andrea as she answered and spoke into the phone:

“Hi Andrea, a guy in a green shirt is going to come in asking for a battery. Don’t give it to him. That battery is mine.”

There was a pause as Andrea looked at me, her phone, then back at me again. I turned around and shut off my phone and told her that she had left me on hold for over 20 minutes and that it was downright unprofessional.

She, of course, apologized profusely. I decided it was too much energy to stay angry so I smiled and let it go.

Fortunately they had my battery. Or so I thought.

After paying $50.00 for the battery, getting it home, pouring in the acid and burning the cut in my finger, I was dismayed when I realized that the battery was the WRONG ONE! It had the positive and negative posts reversed and my cables would not reach.

I groaned and thought about the drive back to Sears and the attempt to explain the situation – sure that they would not allow me to return the battery since I had already added acid and charged it.

So I did what any nerd would do – I extended my battery cables. I ran to my tool shed and created two 4-inch extensions for my battery cables. I did it correctly, too. The extensions screw securely to the existing cables and fit perfectly into the battery posts.

The day was saved – all because I am a nerd and have spare electrical parts laying around. That that as a lesson, ladies – the junk we hoard ALWAYS comes in handy some day.

A Small Fish


a small fish
trapped
at the
bottom
of a scum-covered pond
might, just might,
understand how I feel
when you talk to me
or even simply
smile at me
it’s as if the
sun
has broken through
the algae blanket
and cast it’s light upon
a cold and lonely
underwater tableau
gone too long in darkness;
warm light and
brilliant
images take my breath
away
because I know that I
crossed your mind
if only for a moment
like the sun
upon that
happy little
fish

(c) Ron Sparks 01/12/08

Ron 2.0 Officially Launched

On Saturday August 4th, 1990 Ronald Edward Sparks looked Samantha Lynn Beard in the eyes and promised to love her “till death do us part.”

The date is now Saturday January 5th, 2008. I found out yesterday that my divorce from Samantha is final.

I, Ron Sparks, am now officially divorced from the mother of my children and the woman who was the love of my life.

And yet I intend to love, honor, and cherish Samantha to the end of my days. Divorce and marriage are legal arrangements that have nothing to do with love. And I do still love her and I always will. She will never be my wife, lover, or even close friend again – but I will love her for all my days.

I was married to Samantha for:

17 years, 5 months, 1 day or
6363 days or
549,763,200 seconds or
9,162,720 minutes or
152,712 hours or
909 weeks

That’s a long time, folks. I thought that when it was final that I would have some huge cathartic emotional response. I thought I would grieve more. I would weep. I would be unfit to be company with anyone.

None of that happened though. Maybe my Christmas Eve Tragedy was my final goodbye. I took the news calmly. I was in my car. I drove in silence for 15 minutes remembering those 17 years, 5 month, and 1 day fondly – with a small smile on my lips and just a hint of tears and regret in my eyes.

I surprised myself. I am not sad. I am not grieving. I am happy.

I have two wonderful children, an incredible family, fantastic friends, a great job, and I have my eyes on someone special.

Life is good, people. Very good.

I hope Samantha has a long and happy life and that all of her dreams are fulfilled. There was a time when it was my life mission to fulfill those dreams for her – but that day is long gone. Now, all I can do is love her and wish her well.

I want to take a moment and thank all of you who read my blogs these past 18 months. You stood in the presence of my pain and didn’t shy away. You held me in your arms (both real and virtual) and told me that it was ok to cry and that I was not flawed. You saw me at my best and at my worst and you stuck by me.

Thank you.

Ron 2.0 Officially begins now. Wish me luck, everyone.