Then, my nephew, Robert Crosby, moved to Dallas and encouraged me to
begin physical training in a local gym. I heeded his advice and began
light workouts at a local sports club. After just a couple of months,
I began to see my former good physique trying to come back to me. This
so encouraged me that I began daily workouts. What might have been a
set back then occurred. My cancer came out of remission and required
12 weeks of radiation therapy.
I told the oncology radiologist, himself a black belt in karate, that
I would undergo the radiation only if it would not interfere with my
workouts and he agreed to this. For the 12 weeks I went daily in the
mornings to the gym for workouts and then to the hospital in the afternoons
for the radiology.
Toward the end of the therapy, I asked the doctor why it was that all
the others undergoing the same treatment at the hospital had bad side
effects while I had none of them. He replied that I should give the
credit to my working out regularly. With the end of the period of radiation,
the cancer was again in remission and continues to be so now.