BAD LUCK & Cancer

I  have undergone five treatments so far, and had my first CT scan last Friday.  It showed that there was a 7% reduction in tumors, which means I am stable.   Apparently this is good news.  Of course, I was hoping that they would say, "Cancer, what cancer?"   But, I guess you might call that denial.

Sometimes, I have to admit I am a little nervous about participating in a clinical trial.  I knew going in that if I just went ahead and did the chemo again it would put me in remission.  I have been told that going into remission after a chemo you have utilized before doesn't last as long.   My oncologist told me that after all is said and done I will have probably tried all there is to offer.

Actually, the real truth is that cancer sucks!

Recently, a study came out saying that people who get cancer just have bad luck.  Of course, this stirred up a big controversy, especially with those who think that environmental factors play a huge role in the development of cancer.

Since I am not a scientist or any kind of medical professional, I decided to agree with the study.

It is bad luck when a person gets cancer and has to learn to deal with it day after day.  It is bad luck to get a grumpy oncologist who insist on giving an expiration date to a lifetime of plans.   It is bad luck to know that even if you could go back and stomp out that last cigarette you had twenty years ago you would probably still get cancer cause your grandfather, or some other ancient relative had it.

I call that bad luck.

But, for today, I am happy to be alive and kicking.

I call that GOOD LUCK!