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My name is Adam Price. In 2003 I was diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukema and a little over a year later, I had a bone marrow transplant. This is the journal I wrote to document my journey. Since 2003, my lovely wife and I have had three beautiful daughters, and I have gone from cancer survivor, to World Champion powerlifter. This journal was written in hopes that it could provide hope for people searching for answers after discovering that they, or a loved one have cancer. It was intended to show that a diagnosis is not a death sentence, and that with a little determination, patience, an incredible amount of support, and more than a little bit of luck, anything is possible. Thank you for stopping by. Before you go, please click on my wife's link for the RIDE TO CONQUER CANCER. She is attempting the 200km bike ride in 2010 so any contribution you could make would be greatly appreciated.

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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Day +230 Workout Aftermath Redux

I'm able to walk again, but there's been a lot of cursing between Sunday afternoon and now. Every step was followed by a curse word and stairs were a near impossibility for most of Sunday afternoon. For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, I worked out my legs on Sunday for the first time in almost a year and a half. I'm actually so weak right now that they wouldn't let me squat on Sunday. I had to use the machines, and while I'm disappointed about not being able to squat, I'm glad I didn't. I ended up struggling with such a small weight that I was almost embarrassed to be there. And while I was struggling with my pathetic body, the big boys were doing 500+ pound deadlifts. However, every day I workout is one step closer to being back in the action, and while it's easy to be embarrassed about what I can lift, the true test of my character is that I keep going back. I haven't been to the gym since Sunday, but Okotoks is in a flood emergency, so I think I'll just force myself to work out in my basement until I can get my car to the gym again. Caity and I need to sell that thing in a month, and I bet the resale value would decrease a bit if it were 10 feet under water like the rest of Okotoks.

I've got my monthly hospital visit tomorrow, and on Thursday I have to make a pit stop at the fertility lab to see if I've got any swimmers left over from the chemotherapy. I'm actually hoping that I'm sterile, because that means I don't need to go in for a vasectomy. I've had so many medical procedures in the last year that I'm starting to consider them a normal part of life. I've never been to the fertility lab to make a "deposit" before, but it should make for an interesting afternoon. At the very least, it should provide some funny material for a journal entry so stay tuned for that one.

Sorry for the short, uninspired journal entries as of late, but how many times can I write that I'm tired and weak before I bore the crap out of everyone in cyberspace? But if you look at it from another perspective, if I've got nothing to write about, then that means that there's nothing new that's wrong with me. In this case, no news is most certainly good news
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