Steve Hock's story, fight and love, a real story.

Today I want to tell you the story of Steve Hock, a touching history of struggle that left me speechless, this morning I was reviewing the facebbok when my nephew published this story in photographs that he found on facebook, at first I thought it was another of his nonsense, because he always spends playing with everyone in his profile, but as I was watching it completely captured me, today I want you to meet her and I can not say that you enjoy it, but if you understand her, that the most important thing in this life is never to be alone, when you go through a terrible moment, overcoming and achieving success depends a lot on the people who are by your side, their unconditional support is to applaud and the unshakable will of this young man, is worthy of admiration.
Let us begin.

This is Steve Hock, a young man of whom I do not know much only I am sure that he is a fighter and in this first photograph he shares his cancer disease, melanoma, something very difficult to assume but he does it with excellent positive attitude and he comments to us: "This was the night before my first surgery, I was told that there was nothing to worry about, it was just a fatty tumor. It had been seen under my arm around December 20, 2010. A blow the size of a marble began. Six months later it was the size of a baseball. I just got coverage under medi-Cal was better than what I had that was nothing."

After surgery tells us "The tumor was removed, and I was relieved! No more fatty lump under my arm! So a week later, I had a follow-up appointment with the surgeon. They told me they did a biopsy and it presented as a cancer called melanoma. They would have to come back to my side and remove tissue, muscles and 18 lymph nodes. How did this happen?! I have cancer..."

Here he shows us the drainage tube after his second surgery with all funny mocking himself: "This is what I woke up after the second surgery which was two months later. Drainage tube coming out of my side... kind of strange kind of wave!

Then in his recovery stage he tells us some discomfort he had to endure: "The second night I didn't feel well. I had hiccups for hours of morphine. I felt a great pop! At my side in the middle of the hiccups. My chest began to flood with blood. I called the nurses " please help! Something is wrong!" I was able to take this picture with my phone while my chest was expanding like a balloon. My poor mother had just come to visit me. I was scared to death. I was suffocating because the pressure was pushing on my lungs. I was taken back to surgery while I was bled to death internally...."

Then he shows some photos where he refers to the treatment of many injections a day for his recovery and all the things that had to happen, but something unexpected happened, he tells us with his words: "After a month of injections in the hospital, they reduced my dose of interferon and it was only 3 times a week. But strange things were happening. I was mixing words, I was changing numbers with letters. I knew something was wrong.

"I started to stutter badly, came and went away for a week. I woke up from a nap, my right side had stopped moving and I couldn't talk. My mom took me to the vcmc emergency room. They did an MRI and discovered a 4.2 cm tumor in my brain. I took this picture in the bathroom only after hearing the news. I knew it was going to be okay, God would take care of me. He's in control, always has been, always will be.

It was already evident Steve's Worry with how he was feeling and more tests came to see what was going on.
"The next day in the uci I was starting to be able to write and spell again. Not being able to communicate is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, it's so easy to forget how hard others have it. It took me about 5 minutes to write a sentence. I have thought a lot about a friend of mine Jeremy Balkan who is deaf and has hit me so hard how lucky I have had him all my life. What a humiliating experience.

They discovered a brain tumor, and the first thing they had to do was attack him, operate once and for all, and so they did. finally when they removed the tumor Steve himself tells us: "The following week I left quickly, they were trying to get a vision of the attack by the tumor, but there was too much blood blocking the view. They took me to the emergency room on Monday morning. The pain was unbearable. I was told that I started vomiting all over the world including my mother.

The tumor was hemorrhaging. I wasn't expecting a clean shot. They were going blind. They were able to remove the tumor in a 6 HOUR surgery, went blind and saved my life. When I woke up I saw my mother and tried to say that I love you. I still had a tube in my throat and it was being held. But shortly after I was free. I got my hand, which had been dead just before the surgery, and told my mother that I loved her. "How I just lived through that."

Steve had triumphed, now the hard recovery would come, we'll see what happened as he recovers, Steve thanks everyone for their support: "It's really a miracle that I lived through this, there were hundreds of people praying for me I thank everyone. Every day is the most beautiful gift. I use it wisely, because you never know when it's time for you to leave.

Here is a series of comments that accompany the photos in the original publication, are the words of Steve telling us what happened: "I had to stay in the hospital and an infection that started in my arm. I thought it would be fine but at 12:30 am I woke up and was in the worst pain I can remember. It was as if my legs were being crushed. They checked the clots in my legs and they were clear. So now I'm being treated for an unpleasant staph infection. It fills me with dilaudid to help with the pain. The worst is over. I am so relieved. I know my mom and dad are for me, but I still wish I didn't have to see all this.

"My skin infection was from the steroids that have me. It wasn't the hospitals' fault. There wasn't even an IV in that arm. My right side had the lymph nodes removed after my second surgery. So we didn't even use that arm to check my blood pressure. My skin just opened. Vcmc has taken good care of me and continues to do so.

"The pain is out of control. So I have a button that I can hit when I need an injection of morphine. The surgery has to happen tomorrow to make sure I don't lose my arm to infection, because that's the direction things are going right now. I'm definitely not worried or scared. I know you're going to fix me. Thank you for all your prayers and support.

"My veins in my left arm have collapsed. I look like a drug addict!

"So this is what it looks like now. My arm is full of gauze. It feels awful. The black spot is where the infection started. It was like an ingrown hair and became that black hole within two days. The bacteria was identified as sarm. It's just another obstacle in this fight with cancer. There are others who have it much worse than me, that's what keeps me from complaining throughout this.

He goes on to show photos and comments, until he shows us a sequence of impressive photos where he shows how it looks after the surgery to remove the tumor and the miracles of medicine to then be in total recovery,
Some monents that can't be roasted like his daughter's birthday, two years old.

It shows us other things like what he wanted to get married and or does in the middle of all the recovery process, the struggle to walk again and everything that fought this great man.

After all this, and the fight was over, ceased the suffering for steeve, dawn died in his bed, he was defeated by the cancer he had fought so hard, these are the words in the photograph that shows him dead in his bed: "Saying goodbye to steven at home with family and friends, the suffering is over for steven, but the rest of us will continue to suffer the loss of this great man forever, we love you, I miss you, and never forget you!

Steve's last walk with his children in this photo:

I leave myself very imprecise at the end of all this, but this is just one of the many stories of the fight against cancer, where the support of loved ones is fundamental, I hope there is always that solidarity in us and that God protects us all, our loved ones and all those who suffer this terrible disease, in memory of Steve Hock.

You can see the original post and all the photos in this link:

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