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My name is Scot Stobbe. My wife and I have been happily married for 34 years – at least I have – she may feel otherwise. We have 7 children and 9 grandchildren with two more on the way in a couple of months. I love sports especially playing golf and basketball, working with computers and spending time with family. I own a couple of small businesses and enjoy the challenge of creating and building. I am a cancer survivor.
In 2007 I was diagnosed with a form of cancer called Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. By the time I was diagnosed, things were far enough along that the doctors did not give me much chance of surviving it. I had a tumor the size of my fist wrapped around my heart and part of a lung. From January to October I had both chemotherapy and radiation treatments. During the chemotherapy phase, I received treatments every two weeks. For 10-12 days after each treatment I was sick as a dog. Then I would have a few good days before the next treatment. When I started radiation it was every day and zapped me of all my strength. There were times I felt like giving up. Frankly, if it weren’t for my family, I probably would have. Then, on December 5th, I was formally considered in remission.
One of the profound experiences I had during this time was the outpouring of love and concern from family, friends and neighbors. There was a sincere desire on their part to do something to help. But every time someone offered, we thanked them and told them we were okay. But, we weren’t.
As the primary caregiver, my wife was overwhelmed with taking care of me, being both mom and dad to our kids, managing our diminishing finances, keeping up the house and yard and so forth. I was sick and heavily medicated. It was hard to know what to ask for and, frankly, a little embarrassing. We did not know how to identify and accept the help we needed. Since then, I have found that almost everyone going through the cancer experience feels the same way.
Another profound observation was that occasionally, someone in the family would massage my feet or hands. One family member took me to get a manicure. A neighbor showed up and mowed our lawn. On one of my good days, my dad took me to play golf. Several friends brought me supplements to help me make sure I was getting enough nutrition. These small acts became treasured highlights sprinkled amid the grinding for survival. I don’t remember very much during those 9 months of treatment, but I remember every act of kindness.
I am unbelievably grateful for the life I have. I have been looking for a way to show my gratitude by doing something significant. I finally figured it out and am manifesting it in this project. It is called the Cancer Answer. Me and all the cancer patients of the world will be grateful if you take a minute to make a contribution or share our cause with as many people as you can.
In 2007 I was diagnosed with a form of cancer called Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. By the time I was diagnosed, things were far enough along that the doctors did not give me much chance of surviving it. I had a tumor the size of my fist wrapped around my heart and part of a lung. From January to October I had both chemotherapy and radiation treatments. During the chemotherapy phase, I received treatments every two weeks. For 10-12 days after each treatment I was sick as a dog. Then I would have a few good days before the next treatment. When I started radiation it was every day and zapped me of all my strength. There were times I felt like giving up. Frankly, if it weren’t for my family, I probably would have. Then, on December 5th, I was formally considered in remission.
One of the profound experiences I had during this time was the outpouring of love and concern from family, friends and neighbors. There was a sincere desire on their part to do something to help. But every time someone offered, we thanked them and told them we were okay. But, we weren’t.
As the primary caregiver, my wife was overwhelmed with taking care of me, being both mom and dad to our kids, managing our diminishing finances, keeping up the house and yard and so forth. I was sick and heavily medicated. It was hard to know what to ask for and, frankly, a little embarrassing. We did not know how to identify and accept the help we needed. Since then, I have found that almost everyone going through the cancer experience feels the same way.
Another profound observation was that occasionally, someone in the family would massage my feet or hands. One family member took me to get a manicure. A neighbor showed up and mowed our lawn. On one of my good days, my dad took me to play golf. Several friends brought me supplements to help me make sure I was getting enough nutrition. These small acts became treasured highlights sprinkled amid the grinding for survival. I don’t remember very much during those 9 months of treatment, but I remember every act of kindness.
I am unbelievably grateful for the life I have. I have been looking for a way to show my gratitude by doing something significant. I finally figured it out and am manifesting it in this project. It is called the Cancer Answer. Me and all the cancer patients of the world will be grateful if you take a minute to make a contribution or share our cause with as many people as you can.