Posted on July 2, 2014
We have been touched by asbestos in individual ways, yet we are joined together by a bond of community. As a testament to the strength of our global family, the Asbestos Disease Awareness Organization (ADAO) is highlighting the courageous stories of our members with the “Share Your Story” feature on our website.
This week, we would like to honor the story of Jill, who is a part of our ADAO family.
We encourage you to submit your personal stories by clicking here and following the simple instructions on the page. In sharing, comes healing. Remember, you are not alone.
“Being a Meso Warrior Takes a Lot of Faith and Hope” – Jill’s Story
Date of Birth: 04-FEB-1941
Date of Diagnosis: APRIL-1996
Date of Death: NOV-2014
Treatment: Pleurectomy and chemo 4 years Onconase
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Mr. Meso has been with me for 18 years. He was really with me long before he let me know .I’ve had 3 other cancers and with each one I was told I was terminal. I guess because I’m so stubborn and independent, I fought my way thru all the radiation and chemo with God’s guidance.
My cancer adventure started in 1963. Since that time I have had numerous x-rays, c-scans, PET scans, operations, etc. I volunteer for MDAnderson and Bloc Cancer Center as a phone volunteer. I’ve met many people by phone that have become friends. Hundreds of Meso victims have passed on, but I remain connected to their families.
Being a Meso warrior takes a lot of faith and hope. Waking up every morning I deal with all the side effects that the radiation and chemo have done to my body. My husband is always positive and stands beside me. I have children, grandchildren, that I want to do things with. I can’t walk well now due to another tumor growing, that was caused by the radiation.
There have been so many decisions that had to be made during my life with Mr. Meso. Like other Meso warriors, I have a Plan A, B, and C. My “healthy” friends have vacation plans, cruises lined up, off to their grandchildren’s events and fun things to do. My “plans” are on the calendar for doctor visits and procedures.
I have no choice but to accept this. My soul is sad, but my spirit thrives on bearing the fruit of “love, joy, and peace, God has blessed me and he will continue to lead the way.
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