TC Labbe Update

It’s been a while since there was an update, so how about one from the man himself, TC.

Hello Family and Friends,

It has been a while since my last update, so I wanted to share what’s been happening. As most of ya’ll now, when they cut me open, they felt confident they got all the cancer out of me. So, they prescribed a very aggressive course of action to prevent the C from coming back. I made the decision to do the course of 6 chemotherapy treatments, once a week for 6 weeks, in conjunction with radiation treatments for 30 days, 5 sessions a week.

My chemo and radiation “County Double” was on Thursdays. I quickly learned that meant on Sunday, I would look and feel like hammered shit. I would stare at the wall and forget peoples’ names, mumble, or buy stuff on Amazon. My dad told my wife to hide my credit cards. Fuck, I even bought a new truck that drives itself! I’m loving it! Wrapping up the bad stuff, mouth sores have been miserable, and I’ve never winced and cried so much in my life. I can barely eat and weighed in today at 170lbs. My leg is still tight and causes pain. My neck blistered and the skin split open, feels like a really really bad burn. Best I can describe my mouth pain is like 3-4 bees are trapped inside and they keep stinging me. Who wants some of that? Cmon man, sign-ups are on the door.

On to the good stuff. I’m done with the treatment and its time to recover. I go on walks when I have the energy. I even jog up a hill for about 50 yards. I lift my weights and punch the heavy bag. I was able to do some yard chores the other day and then petered out. We have met some amazing Warriors during the treatments. This has been really great for Liza and the other care givers. Yeah we are going through hell, but we can’t forget the incredible things care givers give us.

My wife is my Guardian Angel and I truly believe she was sent to me from God. What and amazingly strong women that has come into my life. Some of you know we got married during Covid in a Judge’s Chambers. We never had a honeymoon, so guess what, On SUNDAY, I booked an all-inclusive Caribbean Retreat for us……She didn’t know I had a hidden credit card, LMAO.  The medical staff at Kaiser kicked butt. They were family from the start.

A co-worker’s wife happened to be a Radiation Nurse there, and she took me under her wing. The entire team did, really. They were so compassionate to me and well just everyone. It was awesome to be a part of.

During this journey, I was introduced to someone who had my procedure about 3 years prior. He introduced me to a retired PD who had the exact same procedure. Through another friend, I met another PD who had the exact same procedure. And through one of my surgeons, I meet another PD, similar procedure. I was beside myself, 4 LE persons pretty much with the same procedure, all in treatment together at the same time. We formed a Cancer Group and share our stories, our pain, our feelings, and treatment options. They have become family, so thank you, Ashlee, Walt, Patrick, and Mike.

I will leave you with this. The doctors said, “Go and live, we will see you in 3 months for blood work and scans.” Most likely, at that time, I will be able to get some implants on my right side. So that’s what I plan on doing, living and surviving!

Thank you, God. Liza, you are my world. Thank you, boys. Thank you to the group of fellas that texted or called me every day to see how I was doing. I mean every day! You know who you are. As the saying goes, there’s Nice Guys, Good dudes and Solid Mother Fuckers, the every dayer’s are Solid Mfer’s in my book. Tony and Espie V., thank you for taking me to Chemo and sitting with me while I got the needle and bags of poison. To my Aunts and Uncle, they cruised on through from Louisiana and cared for me for a week. The gumbo was the bomb. And thanks to my Father, a 3-time Warrior, for your support daily, your words of encouragement and for being a tough son of a bitch. I know it’s because of you and Mom I am the way I am. Love ya, Pops.

Until next time, all my love to all of you following this journey, Love Ty and God speed.

P.S. Psalm 91 was my daily battle cry before every treatment.