Some time ago, I posted an entry about a reader of this blog who has died of cancer. This is a malady that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, but would consider wishing on some politicians we all know and loathe. Today, I had a conversation with DCD, a man who I knew through a therapy group we once attended, and he was feeling a bit down. After 2 operations and a round of chemo (could be radiation, I don't remember for sure), I'm pretty sure that he is scared for his life.
As I've mentioned before, my late wife died of cancer, and it was 9 months from diagnosis to death. Although this happened more than 2 decades ago, some of the memories are as fresh as if they were made last week. So I feel sorry for DCD, as I have an inkling of what he and his girlfriend are going through. Like my situation with my late wife, DCD doesn't communicate that well with his girlfriend. And this isn't helping things much, as DCD doesn't have many options left to him in his life. If he survives, he'll likely be working until the day he dies. Let's hope that isn't anytime soon.
One of these days, we'll hear doctors say: "It's only a mild case of cancer. Don't worry. We can cure it with this regimen...." Unfortunately, that day has not come yet. But the promising developments that started while my wife was alive are slowly beginning to bear fruit. Let's hope that it comes soon enough for our children not to need to worry about this medical issue....
1 comment:
Miriam, I've lost a Dad, and 2 uncles to what was supposed to be "we caught it early" Prostate cancer and in all 3 cases it was not to be! My Dad was the last one to go in 2008 at age 81.
So yes, that nagging thought of when will it be my turn? Needless to say I'm thankful that at age 65 I wake up to enjoy another day!
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