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A life worth saving

Do you have minute? I know you are busy. You might be at work. You may be at home with little children demanding your attention. Maybe you are in the car. Or you might even be enjoying a vacation. But can I have your attention for a few minutes?

I want to introduce you to my husband. He is an amazing man. And he has cancer.
This picture was taken during the first of his 12 hospital stays.
He has spent over 200 days in the hospital during the last 18 months.

This was taken during 1 of the 8 cycles of chemo he had last year.

He has been injected with toxic drugs designed to kill the cancerous cells.

He has been hooked up  sometimes for 24 hours with chemo dripping into his body.

And because the chemo is so toxic he would have to be given a rescue drug so the chemo wouldn't stay too long.

These are pictures from his many hospital stays. Each picture represents a different two week hospital stay.

 And the collage doesn't fit all of his hospital stays.

The chemo doesn't just kill the cancerous cells. It kills the good cells.

So in addition to chemo he has received blood transfusions and platelet transfusions.

His White Blood Count has gotten so low that he has had to receive daily shots to bring it up because the WBC helps fight against infection.

Looking at him you would not suspect that cancer has invaded his body.
He doesn't look like the typical cancer patient.
But he was given high doses of chemo month after month for a year.
These doses of chemo have wreaked havoc on his body.

In December we were all smiles because we thought that this was his last hospital stay.
In January he began 18 doses of radiation.
And we thought the most difficult times were behind us.

We were able to eat dinner together as a family again.

 We resumed our Saturday Family activities.

And my husband returned to school and was looking for a job since he had been unable to work for over a year.

I took this in April not realizing that the following weekend we would back in the hospital and my husband would be told that the cancer had now invaded his kidneys.

This time the doctor's could not use the same type of chemo they used previously. He would be given a salvage drug. The drug is a temporary fix. What my husband really needs is a bone marrow transplant. But there are no matches in the system.

My husband spent 3 weeks in the hospital when the cancer returned. His kidney function was down to 25%. His blood pressure was dangerously high. He saw a cardiologist, a neurologist, a nephrologist as well as his oncologist during this stay.

And my kids resumed their visits to daddy in the hospital. Mel couldn't lay down next to them before they went to bed. He couldn't read them bedtime stories. He wasn't there when they woke up in the morning.

Although we try to maintain our smiles and live our life, my husband has to get chemo every 21 days. What that means is he has two weeks off and then a week of chemo. He has multiple oncologist appointments. He is beginning to experience the side effects of the chemo. 

My husband is an amazing man. He doesn't complain. And when he is at home he plays with the children. He plays the bass at church. 

Yet he has cancer. And he needs a bone marrow transplant. But there are no matches in the system. Getting tested to be a match is simple. And the procedure for those donating bone marrow is painless. Matches are more likely found with people of the same ethnicity yet minorities are less likely to register to be donors. 

 So if you haven't already registered to be a donor please do so.
 You can do it by going to your local blood center. 
You can do it by registering at

You can save my husband's life. And if you aren't a match for my husband you can be the match for someone else. Because they have a story. And they have a name. And their life is a life worth saving. 

Here is the link to our FB page
And a link to our gofundme page


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