"Live every day to its fullest. After all, you only die once!"
Hey, have you ever been told by your doctor that you have cancer? It's a fairly strange feeling. I and you have been told by any number of relatives, friends and relatives that they have Cancer. I had an uncle who was an "original" as we used to say in my youth because that is not usually a compliment in our vernacular. But...he was a very interesting character. A collector of hand guns and coins...and a connoisseur of both.
One Saturday, at a picnic in our back yard, uncle Phil, that was his name, in his deepest, most serious voice announced that he had been told that he had the "Big C." I knew that this was serious but I couldn't fathom why he had not just said "cancer." It just went over my young head and flew by my early adolescent self and I turned to devouring frankforters. He lived quite a long time after that. He did die from cancer, but at my age I did not follow the case.
For those of you who knew Phil, his youngest child (Tony), is sitting in a Veteran's home waiting for the sunset.
Since then I have had to eliminate frankforters and hamburgers from my diet. But Cancer? Yeah, I'm looking into it. I hope it doesn'r exacebate my gouty toes! I have come quite familiar with the news. A lot of it comes to me over the Internet, e.g. "I won't be writing much anymore, I've been told that I have stage 4 cancer." Thank you. Most often I come to know about it when suddenly the emails stop. I give it a week or so...Hmmm, "lemme see." Yup, no answer, RIP.
So now, after all that, I have to say that I have a cancer that is very rare. Hey, if you're going to have something, it might as well drive you to the science sources, right? The doctors are scrambling to figure out what to do about it. I don't blame them, neither do I. I have to say that it is not very pleasant to talk about it because it is one of those X-Rated attacks that make life very interesting but less pleasant than it was before. So far it is still more interesting than challenging for me. Plus, there is good news about it all ... The discomforts and inconveniences, pain and such are minimal (so far) and -- the doc is a man.
Covid-19? That's the 21st century big "C" but I'm leaving it for someone else. I prefer to look forward to being bald (Chemo, you know) than needing a machine to breathe. I think that I can handle more face to wash better than needing a machine to breathe.
I'll keep you up-to-date.