Get Your Rear In Gear
My name is Penne Campbell. I live outside of Memphis, TN, and work for a large hospital system in Memphis. We have three children, and one grandson. I am so fortunate that my 84 and 88-year-old parents are still living. I am the baby of the family with two older brothers. I was always the healthy one in our family - the glue that held everyone together.
This is a story of a time in my life when I was diagnosed with Stage III Colon Cancer at the age of 39. It was through my faith in God and the prayers and support of family and friends that I am here today. Here I was with a husband and three children Collin – 10, Evan – 7 and Grace – 3 and a fight I never thought I would have to face.
My name is Rosanna and my story began December 2011 when I was experiencing frequent and persistent stomachaches, stomach growling and ever-present discomfort. It became concerning to me when one night I could not sleep as I felt very uncomfortable with the stomach pains and the only relief was sitting on the toilet, that night I saw blood in my stool and cried myself to sleep as everything I had read about blood in the stool was negative.
Sharon Marie Krown was more than just my sister; she was my best friend. She was the type of person who could light up any room. Sharon always knew just the right thing to do and say. She had the ability to make even a stranger feel like family.
Jason really grabbed onto his life with both fists and lived it fully, really made it the life he wanted, envisioned, and in retrospect, as Burt said at J's memorial service, it seemed he lived as if he knew he would have so few years. So little of his life was about cancer, being sick or dying, but that's what ended so many story lines midstroke.
Colon cancer wanted to kick my butt! Colon Cancer wanted to remind me of my dad dying of cancer. Colon cancer wanted me to live in fear. Colon cancer wanted to rob me of growing old with my wife and take me away from my kids. Colon Cancer wanted to rob me of seeing my kids grow up and graduate and get married. Colon cancer wanted to rob me of one day being a grandfather. Colon Cancer wanted to tell me that I wasn’t in control. Colon Colon wanted to tell me that all the little aches and pains in my body where places the cancer had spread.