February 4th, 2011
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.
I'll definitely have a good time. It makes no sense for me to stay here and while I'm over there, there really isn't anything I can do about it.
Even when I'm here, there isn't really anything I can do about it.
It's delightfully simple to put it out of my head as a result. 8)
Still hoping that the stars will align to see you on that coast. I guess we'll figure that out then.