was home alone one evening, my wife was out
at a school function with the kids. I would have
gone but I had to work late. I was really tired
and decided to lie down for a while so
proceeded to go upstairs when I started to lose
focus, then feeling and then consciousness. The
next thing I remember is the kids and my wife
being around me at the bottom of the stairs. A
little sore from the fall, they helped me to the
living room so I could regain my strength. In my

to be wrong. It\u2019s been going on for about a
month now and getting worse, the headaches
and nausea, feelings of numbness in my hands,
arms, and legs. I hoped that it would just go
away; I was eating Tylenol 3\u2019s like candy. Being
only 40, I denied the possibility of anything
being wrong. I felt like I was still in my prime. I
was strong enough to take some pain. It wasn\u2019t
going to stop me. Besides, my life was great so
what if I had a few headaches, big deal, I\u2019ll deal
with it. Pop a few pills\u2026 good to go.

I guess my biggest mistake was to think I
was invincible, that I didn\u2019t need a doctor.
Besides, I thought most doctors were over-rated
and all they did was push pills. But, after this
event it was clear to me that I should go. So, I
made the appointment.

I entered the doctor\u2019s office facing a child
with the biggest smile I\u2019ve ever seen and it
made me think of my own. When I was called
in, I told the doctor what was going on and
about my episode the previous night. He did
some routine tests and checks, more like a
physical, then said,

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at and, I guess, of what people would think.
While talking to a good friend she said,
\u201cToday I want to encourage you to live,
speak and breathe your truth regardless of
what others might think and say. Other
people need the same hope and healing you
have had.\u201d It was time to open the door and
reveal my story.

This is about having faith in a medical
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who has dedicated his life to an amazing
discovery that allowed me to save mine.

It all started in June 1999. I was 40 years
old and in good health (or so I thought other
than the stress headaches that most
businessmen get when they are over
worked) I had a wife, 5 young children and a
very busy woodworking business. Life was
good and I was happy. I couldn\u2019t have asked
for anything more BUT then it happened. I

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the 3rd office and looked at the sign on the door. Dr. C\u2026,
Oncologist. I\u2019ve been here before with my dad and now I was
little concerned! I hesitated for a second because I knew I had
to go in but I didn\u2019t want to. Well, I went in. The receptionist
asked my name and then told me to have a seat in the waiting
room. The room was empty except for an older couple in the
corner. I guess they were waiting too, because the door to his
office was closed. About 10 minutes later, a young woman
came out with a bandage wrapped around her head wearing a
hat. She was smiling. Hey, a good sign right?

I took a deep breath and exhaled when he called me in. He
shook my hand and said \u201cHello Mr. Jansma, have a seat I\u2019ll be
right with you,\u201d then he stepped out. I guess he had to finish
some paper work first. He came in and asked how I was doing
as he sat to read the chart on his desk. He put his hand to his
head and just kept reading. \u201cHow do you feel\u201d? \u201cOkay,\u201d I said.
He got up from his desk, walked over to a bookcase, and
grabbed a book asking more questions \u201cAre your headaches
worse in the morning and then ease off?\u201d \u201cWell ya,\u201d I said.
\u201cHave you been feeling nauseous or vomiting at all?\u201d
\u201cSometimes.\u201d \u201cDo you lose feeling in your arms and legs?\u201d
\u201cWell ya, but not all the time. Its like they just fall asleep but
after a couple of minutes, I\u2019m ok. What\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked. All
was silent as he read. Then he spoke. \u201cNo pain?\u201d \u201cNot really.\u201d
The tone of his voice made me suspect that there was a
problem. Clearing his throat many times, he proceeded to tell
me about how the brain works and its primary functions. Why is
he talking about my brain when I thought I was here to deal
with a mild stroke? I continued to listen. He went on to talk
about how the brain sometimes causes complications and why
they occur and\u2026hold it! Now I knew I was in trouble.

He carried on with some mumbo-jumbo medical terms and
other jargon, when I interrupted him and said \u201cDoc, I\u2019m a simple
man, just tell me what\u2019s wrong.\u201d

He stared at me and then looked at the chart again. The
silence was killing me. \u201cWell,\u201d I said. The next statement was
one nobody wants to hear in a doctor\u2019s office and I don\u2019t care
who you are. He said, \u201cHarold we found a large tumor attached
to your brain. It\u2019s around the pineal gland, a tiny organ near the
center of the brain. It has grown into the brain tissue and at
this point, it is 3.2cm wide and growing rapidly. This could
change in a week and if its size grows bigger than 5cm it will
become very uncomfortable and painful. Unfortunately, at this
stage there is not a lot we can do.\u201d He continued, \u201cIt\u2019s in an
area which it\u2019s extremely difficult to get to. Surgery is very risky
because of how it has grown into the brain tissue and with
surgery the possibility of permanent brain damage is extremely
high.\u201d

He carried on with other procedures they have tried but I
couldn\u2019t focus on what he was saying. I was furious! Anger had
built up inside me and all I wanted to(See HAROLD, Page 3)

and from what I can tell it seems as if you may have had a
mild stroke. So we\u2019ll make some appointments for some tests
at the hospital and go from there.\u201d \u201cOkay,\u201d I said not really
expecting anything out of the ordinary because I didn\u2019t feel
too bad and he seemed so calm about the whole thing.

Over the course of the next few weeks I had some tests
done at our local hospital, then a phone call for another test,
then another and another and finally an MRI. It was 2 days
after my MRI when the doctor called, \u201cWe need to talk
Harold, about your results. I\u2019ll set it up for tomorrow at 10.\u201d
\u201cOkay,\u201d I said.

Let me tell you, the next day couldn\u2019t come fast enough. I
was curious to know. I thought about everything that might
have something to do with a stroke. I knew that I had worked
long and hard, maybe I didn\u2019t eat properly for a while and
maybe I should slow down a bit but come on, I\u2019m only 40.

The worst thing about not knowing is the way your
imagination takes over. Throughout the whole night, my
thoughts were running rampant. What if there was something
wrong with my heart? Heart murmur? Heart disease? Did I
miss a beat maybe? Is that the cause? I didn\u2019t know.

It brought me to think of things that a man of my age
hopes he will never have to deal with. I prayed for some
guidance, wisdom and healing because until now I guess I
just took things for granted.

I got to the doctor\u2019s office at 10. The nurse said the doctor
had an emergency call at the hospital and wouldn\u2019t be in for
my appointment, however, she gave me a note for an
appointment with a specialist in Oshawa, Ont. I looked down
at it and started to read. I looked up and she was staring right
at me. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d I asked. \u201cYour appointment is set for
this Friday at 11:00am at the King Street Medical Clinic\u201d she
said. I stared at her in silence. \u201cDo you know where that is,
sir?\u201d she asked. \u201cSure but why do I need to see him?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m
sure he will explain everything to you at that time,\u201d she said.

I thought about it on the way back to work. As I was
driving the memory of my dad came to mind. My dad died on
Dec. 5, 1988 from lymph cancer, he was only 52. I tried to
stay as calm as possible before I talked to my wife. That
afternoon when I got home, I walked in the door and there
she was. \u201cSo, how did it go,\u201d she asked. Just then, my
youngest daughter came running over to me and I picked her
up. \u201cGood, I have to go for some more tests again but this
time in Oshawa.\u201d I told her about what went on at the doctor\u2019s
office and showed her the note. \u201cI don\u2019t think there\u2019s much to
worry about,\u201d I said. I didn\u2019t talk about it much. Trying not to
raise any questions; however, it was on my mind.

Friday morning 10:45 and I was standing in front of the
clinic. I could remember being there before. As I walked
through the front door, turned left, down the hall to room 103,

who had told me something I didn\u2019t want to hear. \u201cSo now
what?\u201d I said in a voice not really my own. I tried to keep my
composure as he discussed chemo and radiation therapy but I
couldn\u2019t concentrate on what he was saying. I had blocked it
out. My mind was focused on WHY? What did I do to deserve
this? I tried to listen but I couldn\u2019t, I couldn\u2019t focus on our
conversation. The memory of my dad going through the pain
and suffering of chemo and the radiation torture of his disease
was enough for me to say no thanks. I cut into the
conversation. \u201cCan I ask you one question?\u201d I asked. He
nodded. \u201cIf you say that you can\u2019t get at this tumor and surgery
is high risk then am I going to survive this?\u201d There was a
silence, which seemed to last forever as he stared at me. He
lowered his head and flipped a page, broke a cough and said,
\u201cHarold, I\u2019m going to be straight with you. I will do everything in
my power to make it as comfortable as possible for you. There
are new experimental medications coming out all the time.\u201d
\u201cWhat if they don\u2019t work,\u201d I asked. \u201cWe\u2019ll just have to try and
hopefully they do. Some people have had good results with
cases similar to yours but there is still a risk.\u201d \u201cYou didn\u2019t
answer my question doc,\u201d I said. He continued, \u201cThere have
been cases where patients have survived 6 months even a
year.\u201d \u201cA YEAR?\u201d I asked. \u201cHowever,\u201d he said, \u201cI don\u2019t want to
get your hopes up because I\u2019m thinking, by the rapid speed of
its growth in such a short time, he shrugged his shoulders and
suggested, maybe 3-6-12 weeks or less but I want you to see
a really good friend of mine who\u2019s a neurosurgeon in the city
(Toronto) and get his opinion.\u201d He said he would make the
arrangements and call me. He tried to comfort me by saying
he was sorry and at the same moment, my hands went to my
face as I looked to the floor. All I could think about was\u2026\u2026I\u2019M
GOING TO DIE!!! Why me? I\u2019m not ready. I\u2019m only 40 and I\u2019m
going to die! Man, I wasn\u2019t ready for this. I wished my wife was
there because I wasn\u2019t expecting anything like this. A couple
more tests would have been fine for me.

The drive back was the blankest event I\u2019ve ever
experienced. I knew that my wife was working at the time and I
knew I had to stop and tell her. I went inside the store and
found her and I guess the look on my face was enough to stop
her in her tracks. \u201cWhat is it,\u201d she asked. \u201cI need to talk to you
about something really important,\u201d I said, \u201cbut not here. Can
you take your break or something now?\u201d \u201cOk, just give me a
minute,\u201d she said. \u201cOk, I\u2019ll wait in the car.\u201d When she came into
the car, my heart felt like it ripped in half. I looked at her face
and met her eyes. \u201cI saw the doctor at 11, well; he told me
something that I didn\u2019t want to hear.\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d She asked. I
paused to build up courage to speak. \u201cHe said that I have a
brain tumor, and that it doesn\u2019t look good. He said it\u2019s about

3.2 cm and growing fast. He said surgery would be very risky
because it\u2019s in a place that\u2019s hard to get at and there\u2019s a chance
of permanent brain damage.\u201d I looked at her and my eyes filled
with tears. \u201cHoney, I\u2019m going to die!\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d she said. We both
cried as we held each other. Neither one of us spoke because
we couldn\u2019t. Finally, I said, \u201cHe said I could have as much as a
year and as little as a week or less depending on how fast it
grows and what it affects.\u201d I just looked at her and said \u201cBabe,
I\u2019m not ready for this. I don\u2019t want to leave you and the kids. I
don\u2019t want to die! I\u2019m too young.\u201d Time had passed and she
didn\u2019t want to go back to work but we agreed to talk when she
got home. All I could think about was how she would go on
without me. Some of the dumbest thoughts came to mind as I
watched her walk back to the store. Maybe I shouldn\u2019t have told
her about it until she got home but I needed to say something.
She\u2019s all I had and I needed her. My life had come to a
crossroad where I knew that I would only be able to live day to
day. You know, when you think you\u2019re healthy and all of a
sudden your life changes at the snap of a finger, because of
something you have no control of. It sure makes you think that
life\u2019s not fair. On my way home, I tried to think of every possible
reason why this affliction was happening to me. There\u2019s a
moment in everyone\u2019s life when they want to grow old with the
one they love, see their kids get married and be able to love
their grandchildren. My life\u2019s dream at this moment has been
shattered and my hope of providing for my family had been
crushed. I felt weak with disappointment and you have no idea
of how unprepared I was for the news I had just received.

At home, I sat in my chair and waited for my wife and kids to
come home. The thoughts that ran through my mind were
plenty. Could you imagine having the one thing you would never
expect being thrown on your plate and saying to yourself, how
am I going to deal with this? It\u2019s mind-(See HAROLD, Page 4)