Praying for you to be cancer free and for God to use you to be a blessing for your family and the world for His glory. Thank you for sharing and being such a faithful servant!
Rob my brother- Been 50 years since we played trombone together in the Hilltopper Marching band and it flabbergasts me because it seems only yesterday we were playing Pomp & Circumstances at our own Graduation ceremony.
I am the grandson of Leonard Palmer Holmes, MD a radiologist who died of a heart attack two weeks after traveling to Summit from
Augusta GA where mom grew up an only child. He had come to hold me his fourth Grandson and I’ll never forget the kindness in his eyes.
His father had been a teenage medic during the War of Northern Aggression and he was illiterate until he learned to read from a copy of Grays Anatomy which had been published in 1860 at the beginning of the war.
By the time the war ended he’d learned a lot and could deliver babies on kitchen tables, do emergency appendectomies and a lot else besides just cut bullets out of soldiers and suture wounds.
When the war ended my Great Grandfather returned to East Tennessee and built a Presbyterian church and his house which doubled as the Hospital.
The local people made him
The Dr by popular demand because no one else knew how and his son, LP Holmes, my Grandpa attended a one room country school house and helped his dad tend to the sick, accompanying him on a pack mule to help those who couldn’t be transported overland to the “ Hospital” - their house…
Their medicines were the herbs that grew in those hills and in their dooryard and they were guided in their use by the Cherokee Indians and by the Scots Irish ladies who brought a knowledge of healing with them from the British isles …
For several decades now I’ve been becoming like my Great Grandfather- out of necessity.
I was forced to become my own doctor because mainstream psychiatry almost killed me and denied me access to Orthomolecular medicine- the PHARMA suppressed nutritional healing mode that saved my life.
I was forced to run for my life from the Institute of Living in Hartford CT and lived in the streets of Atlantic City for almost a year after they refused to let me try what had helped my Aunt and several first cousins..
Orthomolecular medicine which originated in Saskatchewan in 1952 following Hoffer and Osmond doing the very first double blind study ever done in Psychiatry- on Niacin: Vitamin B3
They developed a hypothesis called the Adrenachrome Adrenalutin Hypothesis which enabled them to map the broad syndrome of imbalances called schizophrenia and to discern distinct subtypes which they learned to identify on a basis of nutritional lab work and to treat using specific nutritional protocols.
After making my Orthomolecular recovery by spitting all the toxic useless meds down the toilet while in Fair Oaks in Summit where I only took the supplements that
Wow.....in the providence of God, what an interesting (and I'm sure, often distressing) life you have led! Perseverance runs strong in you (as they might say about the Force in Star Wars).
FYI looks like the end of your comment cut off....
I had colon cancer in 2007 and again in 2020--with a wonderful family and friends --and many prayers---I survive---I keep thanking God for all his blessings. You will be in our prayers as you journey through this cancer---you are absolutely right--God is in control
Wonder Attitude! I too feel the Lird with me each and everyday. I am so thankful for my faith. It gives me hope. It sets me free! I am 77 years old and I mentally feel like I am in my 20's. Of my body tells me otherwise...but I will go as long as I can. I have so much to tell my Lord when I meet him.... Life Is Good!
I agree with you, Rob. Christian faith is comforting in any situation, because ultimately that belief leads to spending eternity with Christ. I’m glad your cancer is currently controlled with hormonal therapy. Enjoy every minute of retirement, writing, singing, and all you do.
Praying for you Rob. My husband passed away from covid19 in 2022. Love life to the fullest, laugh loud and love hard. Make new memories. May God bless you and your family 🙏
Great post! As another with Stage 4 Prostrate cancer and a believer that I am in God's hands, I believe another factor we share was not in this post (although it has been addressed before. The Grandchildren! I was diagnosed in November 2015, yes 9.5 yrs ago and through the same procedures you are going through my PSA (initially 1192) has been 0.03 for some time. For those not familiar with PSA readings anything above 4.0 is concerning.
Your post are an inspiration to me and may God bless you with a long life has he has me>
WOW, what a beautifully written piece and a reminder of who's in charge! I've enjoyed watching you on the news over the many years in my home, and so blessed to continue to be part of your journey now. Sending big prayers and positive vibes your way always!
My husband had prostate cancer. Thank God his PSA is great. It’s a very scary time, but knowing God is with you holding your hand makes it so much better. I pray your treatment continues to be favorable.
I first met you 35 years ago when you did a story on me. We have such a different outlook when we are younger compared to when we are older. My husband's PSA results were enough to warrant seeing a urologist. My husband delayed going during the pandemic. I made an appointment for him and he did have prostate cancer. His Gleason score was 3+4, so he had the hormone blocker, surgery and 9 weeks of daily radiation. He has been cancer-free for two years. I'm sorry your cancer has spread and hope treatment will help. It is good to share these stories to convince other people to go to the doctor for diagnosis and treatment. Now if people can have peace and enjoy life's blessings instead of focusing on their problems. I pray to God but still find myself focusing on problems. Praying for you and your family.
Thanks very much for writing, Yvette. My Gleason was also 3 + 4. Surgery, but no radiation; they didn't think I was a good candidate for it. Glad to hear your husband is doing well. I you don't mind: why did we do a story on you? I can't remember!
My sister must have told someone about the Garfield collection I had when I was 21, I think. I'm married and have a son so my home is cluttered with different things. I donated a lot of clothes, toys and other things to the church. You sat with the big Garfield that was in my 1978 Chevy Nova but we brought it in the house. We met on other occasions. I videotaped a vehicle being removed from the water at Wehr Mill bridge and WFMZ used it for the news. My husband had scans to see if his cancer spread before having treatment. We discovered that he had fractured his pelvis and femur when he fell through the floor while renovating the bathroom a year prior. I always tell my husband to stay out of trouble and don't do anything when I leave the room. On another occasion, he tried to pick a stuck booger out of his nose and started a nose bleed. He yelled for me and I called the doctor who told me to take him to the hospital. Four hours later a specialist had to cauterize his nose because he must have lacerated the inside of his nose with his fingernail. Life is full of surprises.
I'm now known as the Reaper lady since I brought signs and props to the protests at congressman Ryan Mackenzie's Cedar Crest office. That's what he gets for voting to cut Medicaid. I've been called worse. (I know your wife is keeping an eye on you.)
Such a needed reminder that we are not in control…medical diagnosis or not, none of us are guaranteed another day. Thankful that we can trust in the One who knows what is best for us!
Continuing to pray for your meds to keep the cancer suppressed for many, many more years!
Great words Rob. Having a good 49+ years as an inlaw member of your extended family, I appreciate your faith and that of your family. Your family chorus, the character of your children, the sheer joy expressed in your marriage, all are attentions to your life and your commitment and relationship to Christ. You are an example worth following and Substack is a great way for those outside of your presence to keep doing so. Keep the positivity. There are many, at least one who we both know, who have continued to live and flourish after such a diagnosis and I’m sure you’re going to be one of them.
Thanks, Brad. So much. You're too kind. But you're right -- our family, and I myself, have been blessed beyond measure. It's the kindness of God. One big regret for me is that when my Dad moved us north, we became "out of reach" (for the most part) from our extended family. Only getting to see y'all now and then was, well, a loss. We can catch up some day in glory!
Praying for you to be cancer free and for God to use you to be a blessing for your family and the world for His glory. Thank you for sharing and being such a faithful servant!
Thanks, Katrina! I'll take all the prayers I can get!
Rob my brother- Been 50 years since we played trombone together in the Hilltopper Marching band and it flabbergasts me because it seems only yesterday we were playing Pomp & Circumstances at our own Graduation ceremony.
I am the grandson of Leonard Palmer Holmes, MD a radiologist who died of a heart attack two weeks after traveling to Summit from
Augusta GA where mom grew up an only child. He had come to hold me his fourth Grandson and I’ll never forget the kindness in his eyes.
His father had been a teenage medic during the War of Northern Aggression and he was illiterate until he learned to read from a copy of Grays Anatomy which had been published in 1860 at the beginning of the war.
By the time the war ended he’d learned a lot and could deliver babies on kitchen tables, do emergency appendectomies and a lot else besides just cut bullets out of soldiers and suture wounds.
When the war ended my Great Grandfather returned to East Tennessee and built a Presbyterian church and his house which doubled as the Hospital.
The local people made him
The Dr by popular demand because no one else knew how and his son, LP Holmes, my Grandpa attended a one room country school house and helped his dad tend to the sick, accompanying him on a pack mule to help those who couldn’t be transported overland to the “ Hospital” - their house…
Their medicines were the herbs that grew in those hills and in their dooryard and they were guided in their use by the Cherokee Indians and by the Scots Irish ladies who brought a knowledge of healing with them from the British isles …
For several decades now I’ve been becoming like my Great Grandfather- out of necessity.
I was forced to become my own doctor because mainstream psychiatry almost killed me and denied me access to Orthomolecular medicine- the PHARMA suppressed nutritional healing mode that saved my life.
I was forced to run for my life from the Institute of Living in Hartford CT and lived in the streets of Atlantic City for almost a year after they refused to let me try what had helped my Aunt and several first cousins..
Orthomolecular medicine which originated in Saskatchewan in 1952 following Hoffer and Osmond doing the very first double blind study ever done in Psychiatry- on Niacin: Vitamin B3
They developed a hypothesis called the Adrenachrome Adrenalutin Hypothesis which enabled them to map the broad syndrome of imbalances called schizophrenia and to discern distinct subtypes which they learned to identify on a basis of nutritional lab work and to treat using specific nutritional protocols.
After making my Orthomolecular recovery by spitting all the toxic useless meds down the toilet while in Fair Oaks in Summit where I only took the supplements that
Hey John.
Wow.....in the providence of God, what an interesting (and I'm sure, often distressing) life you have led! Perseverance runs strong in you (as they might say about the Force in Star Wars).
FYI looks like the end of your comment cut off....
I had colon cancer in 2007 and again in 2020--with a wonderful family and friends --and many prayers---I survive---I keep thanking God for all his blessings. You will be in our prayers as you journey through this cancer---you are absolutely right--God is in control
Thanks for the comment. Wonderful to know we are in His hands.
Wonder Attitude! I too feel the Lird with me each and everyday. I am so thankful for my faith. It gives me hope. It sets me free! I am 77 years old and I mentally feel like I am in my 20's. Of my body tells me otherwise...but I will go as long as I can. I have so much to tell my Lord when I meet him.... Life Is Good!
I agree with you, Rob. Christian faith is comforting in any situation, because ultimately that belief leads to spending eternity with Christ. I’m glad your cancer is currently controlled with hormonal therapy. Enjoy every minute of retirement, writing, singing, and all you do.
Love you buddy. Great attitude.
Praying for you Rob. My husband passed away from covid19 in 2022. Love life to the fullest, laugh loud and love hard. Make new memories. May God bless you and your family 🙏
Great post! As another with Stage 4 Prostrate cancer and a believer that I am in God's hands, I believe another factor we share was not in this post (although it has been addressed before. The Grandchildren! I was diagnosed in November 2015, yes 9.5 yrs ago and through the same procedures you are going through my PSA (initially 1192) has been 0.03 for some time. For those not familiar with PSA readings anything above 4.0 is concerning.
Your post are an inspiration to me and may God bless you with a long life has he has me>
Thanks, Mike. Yes, for sure -- the grandkids are a big part of what keeps me going.
Glad to hear you've done so well. Thank God
Thank you Rob for this post. Very comforting to know God has and is interposing for us now and forever.
Carl
Thanks for writing, Carl! Hope you're well. He interposes!
Thank you for your post. I needed this today. Prayers for you..
WOW, what a beautifully written piece and a reminder of who's in charge! I've enjoyed watching you on the news over the many years in my home, and so blessed to continue to be part of your journey now. Sending big prayers and positive vibes your way always!
Many, many thanks, Stephanie. I appreciate the comments, and the prayers, of course.
My husband had prostate cancer. Thank God his PSA is great. It’s a very scary time, but knowing God is with you holding your hand makes it so much better. I pray your treatment continues to be favorable.
I first met you 35 years ago when you did a story on me. We have such a different outlook when we are younger compared to when we are older. My husband's PSA results were enough to warrant seeing a urologist. My husband delayed going during the pandemic. I made an appointment for him and he did have prostate cancer. His Gleason score was 3+4, so he had the hormone blocker, surgery and 9 weeks of daily radiation. He has been cancer-free for two years. I'm sorry your cancer has spread and hope treatment will help. It is good to share these stories to convince other people to go to the doctor for diagnosis and treatment. Now if people can have peace and enjoy life's blessings instead of focusing on their problems. I pray to God but still find myself focusing on problems. Praying for you and your family.
Thanks very much for writing, Yvette. My Gleason was also 3 + 4. Surgery, but no radiation; they didn't think I was a good candidate for it. Glad to hear your husband is doing well. I you don't mind: why did we do a story on you? I can't remember!
My sister must have told someone about the Garfield collection I had when I was 21, I think. I'm married and have a son so my home is cluttered with different things. I donated a lot of clothes, toys and other things to the church. You sat with the big Garfield that was in my 1978 Chevy Nova but we brought it in the house. We met on other occasions. I videotaped a vehicle being removed from the water at Wehr Mill bridge and WFMZ used it for the news. My husband had scans to see if his cancer spread before having treatment. We discovered that he had fractured his pelvis and femur when he fell through the floor while renovating the bathroom a year prior. I always tell my husband to stay out of trouble and don't do anything when I leave the room. On another occasion, he tried to pick a stuck booger out of his nose and started a nose bleed. He yelled for me and I called the doctor who told me to take him to the hospital. Four hours later a specialist had to cauterize his nose because he must have lacerated the inside of his nose with his fingernail. Life is full of surprises.
The Garfield lady! Yes. Of course I remember that. Thanks for the update. Life is indeed full of surprises. (Keep an eye on that husband.)
I'm now known as the Reaper lady since I brought signs and props to the protests at congressman Ryan Mackenzie's Cedar Crest office. That's what he gets for voting to cut Medicaid. I've been called worse. (I know your wife is keeping an eye on you.)
Such a needed reminder that we are not in control…medical diagnosis or not, none of us are guaranteed another day. Thankful that we can trust in the One who knows what is best for us!
Continuing to pray for your meds to keep the cancer suppressed for many, many more years!
Great words Rob. Having a good 49+ years as an inlaw member of your extended family, I appreciate your faith and that of your family. Your family chorus, the character of your children, the sheer joy expressed in your marriage, all are attentions to your life and your commitment and relationship to Christ. You are an example worth following and Substack is a great way for those outside of your presence to keep doing so. Keep the positivity. There are many, at least one who we both know, who have continued to live and flourish after such a diagnosis and I’m sure you’re going to be one of them.
Thanks, Brad. So much. You're too kind. But you're right -- our family, and I myself, have been blessed beyond measure. It's the kindness of God. One big regret for me is that when my Dad moved us north, we became "out of reach" (for the most part) from our extended family. Only getting to see y'all now and then was, well, a loss. We can catch up some day in glory!
🙂Maybe before glory even.
Ha! Yes, let's hope so.