In May-June 2009 I was diagnosed with Myelodisplastic Syndromes. My health started to plummet at an exponential rate. It wasn’t long after that diagnosis that I found myself with Hemoglobin of 42, WBC of .02, Platelets at 2 and Neutrophils at 0. I needed RBC/Platelet transfusions almost constantly. Sometimes requiring 5 transfusions a week. Symptoms soon got worse, fevers, chills, sweats, vomiting, pissing blood, nausea, infections to name a few. â?¨â?
¨Unfortunately I was 18 and doctors ignored me for the most part. October 1st 2009 I was diagnosed with Acute Leukemia. After about 15 rounds of chemo, a myeloblative stem cell transplant, super high intensity total body radiation, a long ass time in the hospital and a whole wack of medication I made it through. â?¨â?¨I’m now recovering and still have some issues, GVHD (Graft vs Host Disease), Arthritis, Avascular Necrosis and Lymphedema. I cannot train with weights comferably and although love nothing more than hitting the weights.
After everything I’ve been through now’s not the time to get stupid. I’m taking all my attention away from weight training and doing nothing but body weight training and focusing primarily on nutrition. Is this the best plan of action? is this the secret to mind blowing strength and hypetrophy? Of course not. Unfortunately sometimes you’ve got to make due with what you have. A picture below will show you what I’m working with. â?¨â?¨I remember having blasts cells at 25% and I had a <10% chance of living. They said don’t worry about it, we’re going to get your blasts cells under control and you’ll get your transplant. Blasts cells need to be under 5% to get a transplant. They said they’d blast me with chemotherapy like never before along with some radiation and that would take care of it no problem.
After enduring that for months, they repeated a Bone Marrow Biopsy to see where my blasts cells where at and to everyone’s surprise they were at…almost 50%. They had doubled under intense treatment. My doctors couldn’t believe it. â?¨â?¨I still remember my doctor coming in and asking my weird ass questions about religion and what type of guy I was. Then I said “Doc, whats’s up? what’s all this about? did you get the results of my biopsy? am I going to get my transplant?” He said “I don’t know how to say this but you’re blasts cells are at 40-50%” he said it rather quietly with a slight gasp in his speech towards the end of the sentence. He told me that they could have left someone completely untreated during the time I was on intensive treatment and they wouldn’t have expected an increase in blasts like this. â?¨â?¨
Fortunately I was at one of the World’s largest clinical research centres and they’re able to bend the rules. He said they were going to attempt a myeloablative transplant as my only hope. Myeloablative transplants are not all that common anymore or typically used. The preparation is super intense and horrific at best. The idea is to achieve myeloablation, which is total destruction of your Bone Marrow, so that they can replace it with new through a stem cell transplant. He told me they were just going to try it because at that point I was going to die either way. â?¨â?
¨Although they had someone come in to get my last wishes and make a whole bunch of decisions regarding whether or when to pull the plug, I didn’t really care all that much. At that point numbers were more than irrelevant, it didn’t mean shit to me. Although my friends were scared shitless I had to let them know I’d make it through. To be honest I didn’t even call many of them. Doctors told me this wasn’t going to be easy, telling me that this amount of chemo and radiation alone could give me cancer or kill me. My team acknowledged that I was 18 and went ahead with it anyways.
Now I go to school, hit the gym, crush beers and laugh about this with my friends. Alright maybe we don’t laugh. You get the point though. â?¨â?¨"Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. That surrender, even the smallest act of giving up, stays with me. So when I feel like quitting, I ask myself, which would I rather live with?" â?¨â?¨This shit gets me pumped right up just reading it. Almost gives me chills. Gives me flashbacks from being in the hospital and being so weak that the doctor would just come in grab my hand and ask my to move my finger and let him know I was still hanging in there. Remember this all happened during the year 2010. Wild year, I must say.
I always thought that over in the hospital. It’s pretty sad but believe it or not I always felt if I would quit I’d be letting everyone down. Juts couldn’t do it. I was always scared shitless closing my eyes, trying desperately to keep them open as long as I possibly could. I always feared that if I closed them, I might not get the opportunity to open them again. â?¨â?¨
The V-Diet was a life altering experience, no doubt. To anyone battleling cancer or going through some shit, don;t take this personally but besides my time in the hospital, the V-diet is legit one if the biggest challenges I’ve took on in my life. wasn’t as painful as that time radiation and GVHD gave me kidney stones and I had to get a catheter up my dick hell no. But to say the least if you can commit to the diet and make it through it says something about who you are and what you’re about. I can honestly say I’m proud to have done it and encourage anyone to give it a go, no matter what shape they’re in. At the very least you’ll grow a lot as an individual. People don;t understand that yeah, this diet can make you look a hell of a lot better but what it can do for you psychologically, in terms of confidence and moral is mind blowing. â?¨â?¨
Anyways I have to admit there were something’s I could not follow in the diet, such as the training and certain supps. I cannot be fucking around with my immune suppression, but other than that I followed it to a tee. So for those of you who do the same, plus use the supps and the workouts the results will be that much sweeter. GVHD does terrible things to a man and for the longest time I couldn;’ even ingest food or liquid by mouth, being fed through a tube. Once I was able to get back at er, they wanted me on nothing but that god-forsaken Ensure for a months. That shits 3rd world nutrition and I wouldn’t be caught daed taking that shit after the fat fuck that it made me in the hospital. Just made me gain pure fat. I was 123lbs at one point with a belly. â?¨â?¨Anyways, here’s my bf and after pics, I’m in a real big hurry, so any questions or comments feel free. â?¨