February 4th, 2011

My wonderful Meg kitty.

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So, as you may have gathered from a while ago, I consider cancer to be a death sentence.

This is not the result of a poor reading of the odds. This is my own observed data. Sure, they were caught in various stages, but the result has always been the same, no matter how treatable their condition was. The cancer is beaten back through a combination of surgery and chemo, they're declared cancer free, they're happy, something weird happens, and "Oh. Your cancer's back. You have n months to live."

I know one person who is still alive who "beat" cancer. That person was just told that it's come back and metastasized to his hip, spine, liver, and possibly lungs.

He has odds of beating it, so there's always a chance that I could be wrong, but they aren't great odds.

That's the news of a second impending death over the course of this week.

The only good thing I have to say is that I'm going to DC tomorrow for a week's worth of vacation.

In a way, I'm pleased that my family history indicates that heart disease will get me before cancer does. But I don't know why I'd expect to be typical when I'm clearly atypical in so many other areas.

Odds suggest that at some point, this will happen to one of you.