Cancer Wages War (Part 1: Celebrating Three Years of Victory)

The bleeding started in January. 

I didn’t say anything to my wife, Jen, didn’t say anything to anyone because I thought it was some kind of intestinal bug, nothing more. No big deal. But after two weeks with no letting up I gave up on the bug idea and presumed hemorrhoids to be the cause of the blood in my stool. It couldn’t be anything more serious, it couldn’t.

But weeks passed and the bleeding only worsened. Still I said nothing. Yes, I Googled rectal bleeding and read the sites stating it was a symptom of colon cancer but come on, I mean, I was only thirty-five and all the sites said the at-risk group was over fifty. And besides, there was no history of cancer on either side of my family. It couldn’t be cancer. Impossible.

Two more weeks passed and the bleeding had gotten so bad I was passing blood clots. Finally I said something to Jen. As any dutiful wife would, she ordered me to make an appointment to see the family doctor.

That was my first experience with a rectal exam. I didn’t like it. The doctor said he didn’t feel anything abnormal but didn’t see any hemorrhoids either. He mentioned colitis, maybe irritable bowel syndrome, gave me an order for a colonoscopy just to be safe.

I wanted to convince myself it wasn’t cancer, couldn’t be, but there was a nagging voice in my head that kept saying, “Yes, it could be.” I pushed it aside. No, it couldn’t. I was only thirty-five. Had a wife and three precious daughters. It couldn’t be.

The day before the colonoscopy I drank the prep and marveled that anything could taste so bad. It was like drinking bleach with a hint of lemon. My stomach rebelled and three-quarters of the way through the gallon I almost vomited. The rest of the evening was spent making hurried trips to the bathroom.

I went in to the procedure fully expecting, hoping, it would be nothing more than a case of colitis. Treatable. No big deal. When I awoke, still in that groggy, foggy, otherworld of anesthesia I remember the doctor coming out and saying, “Michael, you really surprised us in there.” He held up a full color photo of a mass the size of a golf ball. The thing looked like some mutant alien from a bad Star Trek episode. He said they couldn’t be sure if it was malignant or not but they did a biopsy and we should get the results in a couple of days.

From that moment on I knew it was cancer. How could it not be? The thing looked monstrous, malevolent . . . evil. Just like I’d ever imagined cancer looking.

From March 18, 2008

And how do I handle all this? I don’t. I give it to God to handle. This one’s much bigger than me. You see, I realize full well that God knows my body better than anyone, and I know full well that nothing catches Him by surprise. Psalm 139 says God is an author. He wrote a story titled The Life and Times of Michael William Dellosso where every day–every triumph, every failure, every hardship, every mundane thing–is chronicled and detailed. And He wrote this book before I was even born!


About mikedellosso

Mike Dellosso is an author of wide-eyed suspense. He writes stories that not only entertain but enlighten.

Posted on March 9, 2011, in Cancer, Christian Living, Life in General and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Cancer has been a part of my family for many years. My mother and sister both had terminal illnesses…my aunt took that as a sign she needed to be checked out and found she had a cancerous place in her colon. She was treated and is now as good as new. Her husband as well was found to have prostate problems and was treated…and it is gone.

    Because my mother did not know the signs of ovarian cancer (it has very little noticeable symptoms, if any!) and my sister had smoked for probably 30+ years, when their cancers were found there was nothing to do but pray for their comfort as they fought the good fight. Mike, never ignore a sign that something could be wrong…it is always better to listen to our bodies!!!

    Please keep us posted and I pray for your full recovery.



    • Thank you for sharing your family’s struggles, Karen. Cancer has touched so many of us in different ways. And I agree wholeheartedly with listening to our bodies. I teach my patients that when I do physical therapy on them.


  2. Your openness about this has encouraged countless others. I think you’re doing what the Lord would have you do — tell the story.


  3. Carol Holdefer

    Thank you for sharing your story, Mike. I’m so glad you FINALLY went to a doctor!! I’m eager to read the rest of your story. Praise Good for his healing mercies!


  4. I remember so well the day I found out about the cancer. We were sitting in Sunday School, but I didn’t hear anything that the teacher said that morning. I was so drawn into your circumstance that I felt like I had to do something…but what could I do? I remember feeling so sad that your book was getting ready to come out and this news just overshadowed any joy that could be felt about that. But then, just as suddenly as those emotions began, I felt such a peace that these two seemingly unrelated events were not a coincidence. I had this peace that God was using you in ways that you never dreamed of, through your writings, to reach out and touch an even larger population. God didn’t cause this to happen to you, but He allowed it to, so that He could use it for His glory. I told Jen that I have had it on my heart, the last couple of months, to pray for you every day, that you will be completely and totally cancer free and that you will be at peace.


Silver Lining Sharings

True tales of inspiration

The Accidental Missionary

A regular guy tryin' to figure it out


All the things I say in my mind, just not out loud (yet)

Spooks, Spectres, and Spilled Milk // RAENA J ROOD

One mother's venture into terror and toddlers . . .

Ray Ferrer - Emotion on Canvas

** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **

Whispers in the Wind

Musings of a writer's life


wide-eyed fiction

Ambling & Rambling

Scattered thoughts and general musings

Parenting And Stuff

Not a "how to be a great parent" blog

Lynn Rush

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author

Bibliophile's Retreat

Bookish Musings, Banter & More

The intersection of faith and fiction.

Life Worth Serving

Life is messy...Yet Worth Serving

A Little Bit of Everything

Slices of life from a mom, army wife, craft maker, writer, etc.

%d bloggers like this: