tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87621208031533702362024-02-02T08:55:57.677-08:00Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythingfollowing the life of a cancer survivor... Mike CohenSurviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-63816303856014471132009-03-20T18:55:00.000-07:002009-03-20T18:57:11.788-07:00book update!!Received the proof copy of " Patient..." Once I get home from driving up from Florida, will approve the proof and the book will be available. Check out the book's website. www.patientthebook.weebly.com !!! So stoked!!!!Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-41711873326649321872009-03-05T12:03:00.000-08:002009-03-05T12:04:09.988-08:00Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-90299246440511755412009-02-25T21:03:00.000-08:002009-02-25T21:05:36.338-08:00MarathonTraining for the Mayor's Marathon,Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-9347715571750381882009-02-24T17:22:00.000-08:002009-02-24T17:25:00.349-08:00All things come to an end...I am moving forward with my life. The past 8 months I have learned a lot about people and a ton about myself. I have overcome so much over the past 5 years. I will never let anyone knock me down like that again. I love my life and I know this happened for a reason.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-28895998464524072622009-02-18T14:20:00.000-08:002009-02-18T14:25:18.710-08:00these tears sting the sharpest...I am hurt. Post cancer, I have learned to never give up, an attribute to being a cancer survivor. I can't just let go and not make another attempt at something. I have aimed to fix something that I had to work on, but the other half let go, and now I'm floating away. Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-60861767116530028922009-02-18T05:52:00.001-08:002009-02-18T05:53:23.688-08:00a little bit down...I am learning from my mistakes every second I make them. I intend to improve on them as well. However I have confirmed that my book is pending for the copyright to "Patient..." my memoir! So stoked!Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-10099751232339352662009-02-01T22:31:00.000-08:002009-02-01T22:40:29.516-08:00let down yet again...I have to learn how to build a wall, that protects myself and other people from me being disappointed. I am fed up with people in my life, only considering and caring for themselves. it is disgusting how people are when it involves something they dont see or care to try to see. My interests and feelings are second to every single situation and point of view. I am not asking for my opinion and feelings to be rules or facts, but just to be heard and adjusted to. Noone cares. I have learned every one in this world, is strictly out for themselves. I am selfish in ways, but not when it comes to someone i love and care about. They actions and feelings are just as important as my own. I have grown up in that regard and continue to learn how more mature and advanced in certain views that i am now than i ever was before. My health is good, (knock on wood) and I have no more reasons to use that as an excuse. Health in any form, good or bad should not be an excuse. For some people its their alibi. sadSurviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-23421233788125485162009-01-16T09:14:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:21:24.478-08:00end to a great attempt...So I am seriously considering shaving my mop. I tried in all my efforts to keep my shaver away from my slowly progressing, growing reddish brown locks of hair. Coming from a person who has over 13 years, shaved his head every day,its very hard to see hair. The hair in my opinion is ugly. Haha. Maria, wants me to keep on keepin on, as Seton and Mike want me to, but I don't know much longer I could deal with it. I was thinking on the latter end of the spectrum. Having a shaved head supports other people with bald heads, showing it isn't so bad. Besides John Oouble, I have never heard of a guy growing their hair that long to donate. Ahhhhhhh. I look like I'm 55 years old and about to retire. I have the Al Cohen bowl, about to form on my head. For those who don't know Al Cohen, he was my grandfather (dad's dad). He went almost bald at 21. His hair covered his back and the sides of his head but not the middle. Mine is thinning in the middle and the part in front is looking like a tiny island! Shiza. Let's think about this.......Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-90283385465902751432009-01-14T23:31:00.000-08:002009-01-14T23:34:08.952-08:00getting close...So its been a while since I wrote on here. Nate has finished editing my body part of the book. I am liking the way its coming along. I'm getting ideas slowly how to conclude the book. I'm starting to question the progress of my hair growing experiment. I at first thought I could handle it. I don't know anymore. I would love for it to just grow a full head of hair, but 12 inches?! Ha I don't know. I want to take the clippers to it but Maria won't let me... YetSurviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-72163635238914931762009-01-06T06:51:00.000-08:002009-01-06T07:00:35.443-08:00Dr. office..Sitting in the doctor's office for hopefully a routine diagnosis of a bad cold, or respiratory infection. I remember close to this time 5 years ago, I was sick, with similar symptoms but my body was tired. I have energy, idk if its forced energy but I'm definitely not used to simple things being simple. I have learned through daily life, that patience is a key part of surviving. Surviving a disease, surviving a bad break, surviving a relationship. Its been a word that's consistently been constantly in my life. Do I wish things were simple? Yes I do. The stress that comes from this area and things related with this area, are definitely not wanted. However, they do certainly make things sweeter when they do eventually go my way. I enjoy my life. I did learn that nothing consistent is certain...Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-26556958897328820162009-01-05T21:52:00.000-08:002009-01-05T21:56:41.172-08:00Slight case of insomnia...No particular reason, just thinking. I am considering ways I would like to end my book. As well as the design itself for my book. This book sculpted my life and now I am putting in the effort to make this book help other people sculpt theirs. I have been through a lot these past few years and I truly want to create a future and a life, that is influential as much to myself as I am to others. I dont think I would change a single thing, on the path my life has taken. That is including every single drop of adversity I could think of. Without those experiences and scars and painful thoughts, I would not be here and the person you see today.Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-38635291057404413952009-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:002009-01-03T10:22:17.197-08:00First Post of 2009A couple days after one of the best New Years' I have ever had. Spending it with Steve, Jenny, Edgar, Jen and my girlfriend Maria, I look back on last year at this time. I was in LA, with Seton and a bunch of my friends. It was a fun New Years. I left and came home to many uncertainties. This year, I come home to many possibilities and certainties. I have Maria, a very positive, learning part of my life. Each day we're together is new and absolutely inspiring. I have the book, that I will complete in the next couple of months, that I hope will lead me to a different direction in my career. I am flooded with a deep feeling of excitement about her and my career. As a song I always listen to right before New Years, "Jet Black New Year"- Thursday, "this year will be better than the last".Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-17039745036820688082008-12-30T01:16:00.000-08:002008-12-30T01:24:41.556-08:00Dreamlay down take a breath..<div>noones here to count your steps</div><div>im here to hold your head as you fall asleep</div><div>nothing else around but the echo of my voice as i speak</div><div>softly and loud enough for you to hear me.</div><div>I watch your eyes closed, knowing your far from me.</div><div>My hand holding your hand, </div><div>I will never be far away. </div><div>the smoke clears eventually, and grass will eventually grow</div><div>How long it takes usually varies, this time I don't know.</div><div>I wont leave you to fend by yourself.</div><div>Let me help you separate you from everyone else.</div><div>you shouldn't have to worry about that.</div><div>You do.</div><div>I see the white flags growing from your sideburns.</div><div>Dont give up.</div><div>Take a deep breath. </div><div>I am not your enemy.</div><div>I am your partner against this war</div><div>Let me in.</div><div>Dont fight me.</div><div>Lets fight them. </div><div>Just start by waking up from your nightmare</div><div>realize I'm part of the dream. </div><div><br /></div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-22608358535718203282008-12-27T22:25:00.000-08:002008-12-27T22:34:13.095-08:00Disapointments....Coming from myself, It is something I had become familiar with. Never In my life did anything I want, go to plan. I always had to alter it and change it to conform to people around me. When I got sick, I didn't have say. I didn't decide I wanted to quit school and working and being a normal 18 year old. I didn't have a decision what so ever on that one. Every step and move I made for 2 and half years during my chemotherapy treatments, was dictated by a doctor or a nurse. I did make the decision to move to San Diego, which ended up shaping my life and my personality into what I am today. I made the decision to come home from San Diego, to take care of my mother, whom spent every day and second with me when I was sick. I figured its in my and her best interest for me to be home, rather than her freaking out every second me not being home. I sacrificed my lifestyle and the direction my life was going for my mother. I do not regret anything in life. But I am very disappointed in how my life is going now. If it weren't for the book, I do not know where I would be headed. With the idea I have in my mind, to help other cancer patients in their battle, with the book, that is fueling the fire... I am very excited about the book. Maybe it will take me back to San Diego, where I really am supposed to be.Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-1824261486931483062008-12-27T00:59:00.000-08:002008-12-27T01:02:33.498-08:00driving home at 2am...Passing old exits on the Southern St. Just brings back old memories. As my girlfriend is keeping me up with texts, I can't help but to remember good and bad memories. I loved long island. But so many painful memories stemmed from when I was sick. Earlier in the night, I drove past my old house and I got shivers down my spine. That was where it all began. That sidewalk I walked on my way to work, then back realizing something was definitely wrong in my body... Hurts to think of it sometimes. Not going to lie...Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-77388808291475705922008-12-25T17:33:00.000-08:002008-12-25T17:50:50.726-08:00Remembering back...<div style="text-align: center;">4 and half years ago, around this time, I had started to become real sick. I remember getting really congested and run down. I had just finished my first semester of college. I did pretty well. I got a 3.5, and learned a lot about the basics of culinary sanitation and knife skills. I got to the point of realizing that I wanted to become a front of the house manager rather than behind the line. New Years was coming up and we were going to start at Meister's house and from there we went to Rich's. A bunch of us were going to get together. I loved getting everyone together. Here's a couple pictures from the Summer and Winter before I was diagnosed.<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVoivhoGnn_9CTldblQnW-45KafHZVuhlffFiKRvqVq8e8apJAXzNcdmrC2fXfoO_XJT8LsAHR_dKyc0B2iATppxV8hvRKrvuielRQVZwr6CRxA_0aTkThoOjQOdrgwngE2fenXhkGRrV/s320/100_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283909906437132802" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyWKOHEMlnp5DxHTIg3ayNfxC2v8EkmZhV1ou_hfqnIyKvDQTfXKHHzap28SNdIvACPqEqyhqnN0vmApS2_H-3ZeP0h1EELcktSsQONOQvGLMcxA1PyCmSiAFwSq-HO3a0dQ7vGEv-l-u/s320/101-0110_IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283909903755201618" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEognqngdozfJyb_lQg2k5lhIgu6rfKiAi2-5qc4rpsexNDnz2pJ-iXRfFYJwjYhObgmZJd7DnEIVgdIko9AAUXOLvVtDiRpC_rr4HT_y6ICjfJlMjYeblHBAiRmEd3MLB41lvOHoQnccn/s320/100_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283909895822709826" />Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-26050746917178334232008-12-25T17:08:00.001-08:002008-12-25T17:11:12.752-08:00Merry Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzSkGxEdgvkwV_P5uiiCFJT2qeOVf1sM8UggZCtWyaMHFm78EdmZvUGbttIkbYVyH4OgNBM5fYUZqvV9CiJTiS0npneUkRCclt14Gjr40ogwniAv-ZCZDbrrNlbbygRL7Qq-eHnfmGDDV/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzSkGxEdgvkwV_P5uiiCFJT2qeOVf1sM8UggZCtWyaMHFm78EdmZvUGbttIkbYVyH4OgNBM5fYUZqvV9CiJTiS0npneUkRCclt14Gjr40ogwniAv-ZCZDbrrNlbbygRL7Qq-eHnfmGDDV/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283900118478815234" /></a><br />Everyone in My life, please be safe and enjoy the time with your family.<div><br /></div><div>Love you all, </div><div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas</div><div><br /></div><div>Mikey NY</div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-58130431951359919492008-12-24T14:37:00.000-08:002008-12-24T14:41:37.212-08:00NJ drivers...Stop Texting while driving. I am a victim of this.. however, I know when to stop when a car infront of me is. This girl didn't. I was sitting in line at a red light. I am looking in my rear mirror at a girl driving with her head faced down, the car still moving. I got hit. Her airbags shot open and her windshield cracked... mine, little crack. KarmaSurviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-87719664487315592202008-12-22T23:52:00.000-08:002008-12-22T23:59:38.074-08:00return from San Diego,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPttb7UM-XknnORk-FrgXFTjKI9pmgF28UStmWcjnvG22U2w3UrLPKE88647bYkHf320BwyPlPuvSno6TexrOfofey4i5ZPvsiQLHs0P2u_csEmChWP3Mqn1DI7mNtrqoIt8-wVefSOUk/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPttb7UM-XknnORk-FrgXFTjKI9pmgF28UStmWcjnvG22U2w3UrLPKE88647bYkHf320BwyPlPuvSno6TexrOfofey4i5ZPvsiQLHs0P2u_csEmChWP3Mqn1DI7mNtrqoIt8-wVefSOUk/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282891904383120866" /></a><br />After being stranded in San Francisco Airport, since arriving at 12:27pm, pinching myself realizing I'm sitting in my computer chair. Not the floor next to gate 85 watching thousands of people pass by. My life consisted of a bottle of Power C Vitamin water, my Ipod and my blackberry. I knew noone but my girlfriend and my dad who kept me busy with consistent vibrating ringtones. Looking across to my right beyond the moving sidewalk, a line of about 150 people trying to figure out what their next move was. I picked a good spot to sit, the departure screen was right in front of me, the bathroom<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmElpsxOlWf9fCp0BB7vg-11AbQbnzUgS4gGIxToDo3uS44UkVBGcw6qKWekW-f-xVVIn0P5c0Pw0XbEuXiFzpd4jcd8ezapYbBH35Il9VXuGAgYwjfOYAkEeeAGZ2SheKZ5CvTMrOcHxy/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282891909001169362" /> was less than 10 feet to my left. I had my phone charging, my life line to my life charging, and my far left was a bar. My life was simple. I felt homeless. Living off of what I had on me. I was lonely but content. Couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted to improve my life and the thought of seeing my family and my girlfriend. Cancer is such an imposing thought that used to be in the front of my mind and overtaking my life, nowadays the thought is in the back of my mind. I think of it from time to time, pinching myself making sure I actually am living. Such a thought. Feels amazing to look back on it sometimes...Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-18334388678206943692008-12-22T23:26:00.001-08:002008-12-22T23:30:12.749-08:00Book Update,I have decided with my cancer memoir, to go the direction of self publishing, I want to have more of an intimate connection with the book. Having complete control of the book, I could place the kinda of effort I would want from my efforts on the idea of marketing and spreading the word...<div>Hoping for the best...</div><div><br /></div><div>your thoughts.</div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-37004370505492683762008-12-22T23:23:00.001-08:002008-12-22T23:25:49.097-08:00Updated Hair Pics!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvJTc_ugCTd2YwUZk6FeetYTHQz7Nz9ZF5d8BFGgMWXsoYmc8X2tlzwXjEOYUta8dSCXtwsfWvkxJqGBwWyn0rRyF_AAdWIuy-1AgeH3JRLlMENLdluc8-GTWOMBhp3kCqbH3jj8lZQ49/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvJTc_ugCTd2YwUZk6FeetYTHQz7Nz9ZF5d8BFGgMWXsoYmc8X2tlzwXjEOYUta8dSCXtwsfWvkxJqGBwWyn0rRyF_AAdWIuy-1AgeH3JRLlMENLdluc8-GTWOMBhp3kCqbH3jj8lZQ49/s320/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282883101724998562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFsJ-Va6mfvm3CHk4qbeKvKgCWl8pcWzaPwj9fIFXM3veALfwP5Mwxb4DqbxU2O-eMzxluxxBq7ihzTCnqSv_ARjYY-YZ1jElOYKL9Jy1AbneSiD_ejZYlz2KTHNHeT_H7EsTpWsq-qGD/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFsJ-Va6mfvm3CHk4qbeKvKgCWl8pcWzaPwj9fIFXM3veALfwP5Mwxb4DqbxU2O-eMzxluxxBq7ihzTCnqSv_ARjYY-YZ1jElOYKL9Jy1AbneSiD_ejZYlz2KTHNHeT_H7EsTpWsq-qGD/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282883100974186946" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My Hair is now about a 1/4 of an inch and I am actually starting to like it. Kinda have a receding hairline, but its all good. </div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-64270258859904967782008-12-11T20:14:00.001-08:002008-12-11T21:05:16.538-08:00GROWING HAIR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxkYXMC5-1YOAgLXa1x2Ow9i64kZNwP_VN5_yVHAJ-8tcwq-YzRBhByJvOoGJ5D6lAlQHz5iAk5KyhEmevyzy6kgeOeMjjjLZBUQCVxxe2yZQYXCwmMYG9udouiYUtSNa_3JNRnjjv0_L/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxkYXMC5-1YOAgLXa1x2Ow9i64kZNwP_VN5_yVHAJ-8tcwq-YzRBhByJvOoGJ5D6lAlQHz5iAk5KyhEmevyzy6kgeOeMjjjLZBUQCVxxe2yZQYXCwmMYG9udouiYUtSNa_3JNRnjjv0_L/s320/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278755158469467282" /></a><br /><br />Hey, so yeah I am in the process of growing hair, believe it or not. My intentions is eventually grow it to 10 inches, to donate to <a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/">www.locksoflove.org</a> !<div><br /></div><div>First month:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeffn5C7H9NOV4RS0_mHitimkXZh_0Le0e8J8mqtZm4Rp4wDTlhSK1HHAkeE5kFrCO6PTX1xOoxVFzEtk3z6K5SvBB4AoinV-R9ZVuHzKh5n7SvT1-Yy4Euh5wCIR8ZcK39Pno6l6Vvog/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278754518792837442" /></div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-57519323402821476222008-12-11T19:15:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:12:33.405-08:00CANCER TOURHey, starting next week I will be visiting everyday, a new hospital/support group. This is kicking off the first part of my Cancer Tour. In the next couple weeks, I intend to create Hats/socks, to donate to young cancer patients at these support groups/hospitals that I visit. I am in the process in creating a website, that is going to be " www.survivingcancersurvivinganything.org". On the site, will be information and details regarding the tour. <div><br /></div><div>Looking forward to visiting those kids...</div><div><br /></div><div>Mike</div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-66645714648106615582008-11-21T01:27:00.000-08:002008-11-21T02:03:12.540-08:00A couple pics, when I first left the hospital...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pMcTvGaLpZ5f7Wls8cTVFj32pWA4GT3fHGgITQF3WshPbDX-In7lpDdjpZvBAT6MqkAadPf0piHkAClTepnW26qA8aA7eP26rGsZLXI4LLD6JvB8w9kU-uZZ7WZ56QDlhBRl24wWSYm2/s1600-h/New0005.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pMcTvGaLpZ5f7Wls8cTVFj32pWA4GT3fHGgITQF3WshPbDX-In7lpDdjpZvBAT6MqkAadPf0piHkAClTepnW26qA8aA7eP26rGsZLXI4LLD6JvB8w9kU-uZZ7WZ56QDlhBRl24wWSYm2/s400/New0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271046144687182226" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGoP9GKhjHyrREtU874D5DFMuYejn6o9_CTt63BByyz2hzgnk5QP0ad9IiFON-xnAX1qbe9eUZH10W0MrRJtSIDEQiV4y0vBNR6H9Nx3ZCoCGW7f47Lbi8XvNBGjIoXCHZOOv6dSCoKjG/s1600-h/New0004.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGoP9GKhjHyrREtU874D5DFMuYejn6o9_CTt63BByyz2hzgnk5QP0ad9IiFON-xnAX1qbe9eUZH10W0MrRJtSIDEQiV4y0vBNR6H9Nx3ZCoCGW7f47Lbi8XvNBGjIoXCHZOOv6dSCoKjG/s400/New0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271046141015606322" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGoP9GKhjHyrREtU874D5DFMuYejn6o9_CTt63BByyz2hzgnk5QP0ad9IiFON-xnAX1qbe9eUZH10W0MrRJtSIDEQiV4y0vBNR6H9Nx3ZCoCGW7f47Lbi8XvNBGjIoXCHZOOv6dSCoKjG/s1600-h/New0004.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVISO0doMhM8fiIfFJ1bMUJLF1U6_hoR0MYdb9fHpRk5H5eSdHfiUaxhu4Qm9DUL2KzUS3Iezns-T4c9cha8xRcHrWWTm53w1u1mMPgSyvoTH4phIIG1aDDkfrUM5fKlXKhfzw23S5_GOt/s1600-h/New0003.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVISO0doMhM8fiIfFJ1bMUJLF1U6_hoR0MYdb9fHpRk5H5eSdHfiUaxhu4Qm9DUL2KzUS3Iezns-T4c9cha8xRcHrWWTm53w1u1mMPgSyvoTH4phIIG1aDDkfrUM5fKlXKhfzw23S5_GOt/s1600-h/New0003.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVISO0doMhM8fiIfFJ1bMUJLF1U6_hoR0MYdb9fHpRk5H5eSdHfiUaxhu4Qm9DUL2KzUS3Iezns-T4c9cha8xRcHrWWTm53w1u1mMPgSyvoTH4phIIG1aDDkfrUM5fKlXKhfzw23S5_GOt/s400/New0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271046141935850930" /></a><br /></div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762120803153370236.post-6619336568097907452008-11-21T01:03:00.000-08:002008-11-21T01:21:46.941-08:00Introduction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ujEhgSX2K7mrv7-Vhvj3Ve-E7-ox0SpQQ9qx2nM9OedJxYnf-z3wFVU-stSJPgy8CHQobATDY1yzG_TY8vNiSbp7W_DbDb8CLVQuxxqEdD1V8cXwwYsi0Gvf8fcu8V0FcF5nAkL0AfCk/s1600-h/New0002.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ujEhgSX2K7mrv7-Vhvj3Ve-E7-ox0SpQQ9qx2nM9OedJxYnf-z3wFVU-stSJPgy8CHQobATDY1yzG_TY8vNiSbp7W_DbDb8CLVQuxxqEdD1V8cXwwYsi0Gvf8fcu8V0FcF5nAkL0AfCk/s320/New0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271038450452463186" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Hey, I'm Mike Cohen, and I'm alive and kickin'. Kicking hard. Some take that statement for granted but for me its surprising, its surprising that it's almost the end of 2008. It's surprising that it's been almost five years since I was diagnosed with A.L.L. (Cancer of the bone marrow). I was 18 years old at the time, and living as anyone else about to enter college... I was just having fun.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Following my diagnosis, I dealt with chemotherapy treatments, bone marrow biopsies and spinal taps. In the</div><div> middle of my treatments and procedures, I went to the Emergency Room for a routine checkup... it turned out that I had pneumonia, congestive heart failure and pulmonary embolism, all due to complications with my chemotherapy. As if chemo</div><div>wasn't enough, I had to deal with these side effects, but it was my mission to overcome such adversities. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>At the end of my chemotherapy treatments, I decided to continue my goal of going to college. I decided to move from the East Coast (New York) to the other side of the country. I figured that since I was able to breathe and walk, why not move to a place where i dreamed of living my entire life? Going against what my family and doctors advised, I wanted to start over and create a new and cancer-free life. Why should I let my past experiences with cancer stop my dreams? I didn't let it, cancer had controlled my life for long enough. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So now looking back, I realize how lucky and how hard I worked to be here today. I decided to share my story with anyone who might be interested, and even more importantly, any of you who have experienced or are experiencing a similar burden.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /></div>Surviving Cancer Surviving Anythinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02065277949715246064noreply@blogger.com0