I hope to share with you all the story that plunged me first into a tree, an emergency room, and then into a fight with cancer. This is a pretty long story and I hope to use these first two posts to bring it up to speed. I hope you all enjoy and that maybe my fight will inspire or help you with yours, or at the least that you get maybe a little laugh, a little cry, or a little something. Well, I guess the best way is to start from the top.
On March 26, I was on my way to school at Cornell University and was driving along eating McDonalds when I was forced off the road. My '97 Honda CRV swerved right, then I cut it back left causing it to roll into a tree going 55 MPH. When the dust settled, I found myself still in my front seat, sitting next to a tree in the bed of my SUV. My whole body was numb, and I felt myself start to slip into unconsciousness. I just told myself no. My neck was really hurt, but upon gaining my motor functions, I kicked the door open, got out and began gathering all of my things, some 50 feet away out the back window. The back window that my head was hanging out. The same back window that had left some cuts and scrapes in the back of my neck.
I found my phone, called my roommate and instead of him driving me to class, he drove me to the emergency room. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, there I was, with an IV, and on my way to get checked for internal injuries. The doctor told me what my roommate told me, which was what I already knew. I should have never survived the crash, let alone walk away with just a pulled neck muscle and whiplash.
I was strong though; unbreakable. I just got done with the NCAA wrestling tournament three days before. I was going to start training to make the U.S Olympic Trials in Greco-Roman wrestling. I had plans to compete in the grappling world team trials and had my sights set on winning the worlds. I had goals, ambitions, and opportunities. In three hours that all came to a temporary end. A routine CT scan to check for internal bleeding came back.
I could tell right away something was just not right. The ER doctor went from calling me Mr. Frey to "hunny." She told me to come inside and shut the door. I was told that it was a miracle that I was even alive...again. I was told that I must be one of the strongest people she ever met to not have suffered anything more than two scrapes and whiplash. I was told that three tumors showed up on the CT scan, and that they probably were cancerous. I was basically told that at 22, my life was taking a whole new direction completely different than what I was planning on.
Now, when you get told something like that, you enter a state of conscious delirium. I was sitting there, six hours away from home, phone dead, in a state of shock. I never smoked in my life. In fact, I honestly do not know how to light a cigarette. I dieted, ate right, worked out like a machine, and was in top physical condition, but there it was. My parents were shocked, my coaches were shocked, my friends and teammates were shocked.