I sometimes wonder whether a person can be immune to cancer? Some people don't get it. Even smokers don't always get it. There seems to be a thousand ways to get cancer and yet, some people don't get it.
I don't have it now. I have been thouroughly probed and prodded, examined from the inside out. I have none. It is all gone! All but the idea.
I don't know whether my cancer was fast and I caught it in time or slow and methodical and I caught it in time. I know I had it pretty much everywhere. What began as a lump on my neck had spread to my spine and spleen and my entire lymph system. 50-50 odds is what I was told, or maybe a little less.
Six months later, 12 Chemos later, $130,000 later, all my hair gone later, and fifty pound light, it is gone.
I may have starved it to death! Certainly what had become a comfortable host became uncomfortable.
The cancer was always like an alien being, something that did not belong.
I feel fine now and sometimes that worries me. My hair is back. My weight is back. My strength is back.
In a way it is like I never had cancer. Just a dream. A nightmare really. I am just like I was before cancer!
Why it snuck up on me in the first place I will never know. I always wonder whether it could do so again?
Maybe I am immune now. I think that too. Like sometimes a severe case of poison oak will give you future immunity. Or you only get "chicken pox" once.
There are certainly days when I never give it a thought and I wonder if lack of gratitude will turn back to bite me! Although I don't think the cancer was caused by a deplenishing well of gratitude.
I am living now and welding, creating my kind of art and having fun. It is summer and even with a late start my garden is doing well. I ate the first tomato yesterday!
I think once a month will be enough to post here. It will remind me of where I have been. To the very edge, looking over and not liking it one bit.
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