I mean is this some kind of cruel joke? Will my cancer return? I know I am not the only one that has ?licked cancer?. Hoorah, ?Livestrong? Lance Armstrong. Poor Farrah Fawcett. Apparently she just found out her cancer has returned. I applaud Farrah. It was reported she got mad when she was informed of the Big C?s return.
I can understand that anger. I get angry when I think of that dreaded possibility. It?s better to get mad and angry, rather then put upon and run over! Woe is me. Better to be a fighter then a victim. You got that right!
I?ll tell you what. If I leave this Life, I?m going to go out kicking butt. At least I hope I do. The way you die depends a lot on how decimated you are from the cancer return disease. I can easily see, how it would be possible, that I would want to hurry the dying process along. No, I am not talking about suicide. I am talking about getting through the pain and getting the dying process ?over with?, pronto.
Actually, I thought this ? I licked cancer? business, was a snap and a breeze. I mean, like I did my time. 1 ? years ago, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. Actually, the cancer originated in my appendix, which is considered quite rare. Anyway, when my appendix burst, a few cancer cells slipped down to my colon.
Making a long story short, after surgery, the docs gave me five weeks of radiation and chemo pills. That?s right. I got the pills, not the ?injections?.
Surprisingly, I enjoyed the entire process, at least up to the end. I popped those chemo pills every day. Guess what. I felt nothing. I wasn?t sick, what little hair I have, didn?t fall out.
The radiation treatment was fun. The two nurses who administer the radiation where a laugh a minute. I actually looked forward to getting my radiation treatments. If they were serious and all so professional, I probably would have freaked out!
No sir, I was happy doing this fighting my cancer routine. And now, ?for the rest of the story?.
A few days before the end of my 4th week of radiation, I lost my appetite. I didn?t want to eat or drink. Additionally, I began hiccupping non-stop. I called my cancer nurse, and she advised me to cut back on the chemo pills.
During the radiation treatment of my last day of the 4th week, I fell off the treatment table onto the floor. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the hospital bed. Making a long story short, I spent 18 days in the hospital, lost 25 lbs, developed pneumonia, and almost died. The general consensus was, my overall excellent physical condition, prior to my cancer, kept me alive during that hospital stay.
That?s the problem with going to the hospital. You never know what is going to ?develop?. You go in for one thing, and end up with other problems. My diagnosis was ?too much radiation?. My radiation doc would check in on me occasionally. He was flabbergasted. He would leave my room shaking his head. He had no clue why the radiation affected me so adversely. Latter, he told me he has never had a patient, that was as sick as I was from radiation.
Near the end of my hospital stay, the main man doctor of the hospital came up to my bed with a pretty nurse, and introduced me as being a ?real hard case?. I smiled as my thoughts were, ?I am an ex-Marine and 2nd degree Black Belt, you better say that!?. Anyway, it made me feel good knowing that when I was a ?down?, at least I didn?t wimp out!
Needless to say, I am a very happy camper these days. Why? Well probably because I am still breathing and there is no cancer return. I mean, everyday seems like pure joy to me. It?s a gift. No sir and no mam, you will not find this guy whining and complaining about anything.
Let me try to describe my joy?it?s like, if you were a thief, and you just cleaned out Fort Knox, and got away totally free. You get my drift? Well, maybe I used the wrong analogy, but I?m sure you get my meaning! For one thing, there is no cancer return.
Actually, I thought I had the solution for preventing cancer return. At least, I thought I did for my own unique case. We all believe we are special right?
It goes like this?keep your immune system strong. You do that by maintaining a vital exercise routine. Me? I am a natural for this. I bike, run, swim, and do weights, 6 days a week. No problem. I mean, like I got energy to burn. Thank God.
If you look closely at me, you will see a sparkle in my eye and a bounce in my step. That?s me. ?living strong with Lance Armstrong?. I even wear a little yellow band around my wrist. No sir and no mam, no cancer return for me!
So anyway, this week, I read in the newspaper, about a Tri-athlete who just had a cancer return. You talk about busting my chops. I mean I was flabbergasted. Here you have a triathlon guy, coming down with a cancer return!
Hey, what happened to the strong immune system? I can only hope, for this guys sake, the fact that he is strong physically, he will make it thru whatever cancer treatments they give him. And, God willing, he will recover to live and fight the good fight another day.
Cancer is a big deal in the United States. I heard on TV the other day, that most Americans fear getting cancer more than anything else. One day, you can believe it, cancer will be a no brainer for the Docs. There will be a little pill or something that will knock off this terrible menace to world health. And, for us survivors…no more cancer return.
I mean right now, the Grim Reaper and Mr Cancer have a good thing going. They are a deadly team. But one of these days, all that money and research is going to pay off. Then, look out Cancer. We Got Ya! No more worry about cancer return.
Jack Marinchek is the publisher of the site, http://standforyourgreatness.com/, which features- inspirational information on life improvement, getting jobs and income, travel, and real estate relocation.
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