March 11, 2010 my dad, Frank Castanio Jr., went to a gastrologist. He was having trouble swallowing and had been attributing it to acid reflux. He had been taking Tums and Rolaids and they weren’t working. He thought this was all due to the stress of working two jobs in order to provide for his family. The gastrologist performed an endoscopy. The endoscopy showed a large tumor in his esophagus and the doctor performed a biopsy and sent him for a cat scan. He received the results, cancerous, on March 17th. On March 23, 2010 at Sloan Kettering Memorial Hospital in NYC, my dad was diagnosed with Stage III esophageal cancer. The tumor at the time was believed to be confined to the esophagus. The doctors then ordered a pet scan and the results showed something up near or in the appendix. They removed the tumor which was attached to the outside of the appendix and the appendix laparoscopically and another biopsy ensued. We were informed by the surgeon that they “got it allâ€, they couldn’t find any trail to link it to the esophagus and there were no signs of it in the stomach swashing. However, the biopsy said something else. Stage IV Esophageal Cancer. Our whole word changed forever. He began chemotherapy immediately. The tumor wasn’t shrinking, the swallowing was worse; he was loosing so much weight. By August, Radiation was ordered. The tumor shrunk in the esophagus but had now metastasized to his bones. In May 2011, after six different mixtures and rounds of chemotherapy, three rounds of different radiation and monthly bone strengthening medicine, we were told there was nothing more that they could do and we should seek clinical trials. Mid May he was hospitalized for a week. The doctors tried to help him with his pain and regulate his medication so he could come home.
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