Thomas Saville, Lymphoma

Age at diagnosis: 58

I had grown up in a household with cancer. My dad was diagnosed with throat cancer at the age of 47 when I was only nine years old. That’s a scary position to be in at the age of nine, your father a survivor of World War II coming home from the hospital missing part of his voice and a shell of himself. I remember not knowing how to react, be scared or be loving. My dad was in remission for the next 10 years and then dealt with a relapse but ultimately lived to the age of 78. So I guess we would say he was lucky.

Fast forward a lifetime and I was diagnosed with lymphoma, February of 2109. As I looked at my two sons, 20 and 17, I couldn’t help but to think back to that young child that was me in 1970. How could this happen? I never smoked, never did drugs and was always athletic. Cancer, I learned the hard way, can choose anyone at anytime: young, old, athlete or not. After a few months of radiation I was given a clean bill of health and thanked God for letting me go on. I look at everything through rose colored glasses now.