Cancer Surgery: God's Version Of A Lump Of Coal For Christmas
WOS, you know the deal far better than I do. What I know is it sucks, no matter how good a spin people may try to put on it.
Cancer sucks. It sucks like nothing else sucks -- as you already know so well.
Various relatives of mine have had various pieces of their innards cut out due to cancer (one of my uncles, for example, was a lucky recipient of a
gastrostomy tube a few decades back -- the gourmet's choice
), and I'm unlikely to escape having my turn at the Wheel o' Cancer
eventually.
However, I'm not afraid, because as it turns out, most of my relatives with cancer are still alive, and all of them without any detectable cancer
remaining or noticeable infirmity. The stats are encouraging.
Another one of my uncles had a chunk of his face removed a few months ago thanks to cancer, and is enjoying the sublime delectation of follow-up
radiation therapy (just in case they missed something microscopic) as I write this.
But despite how bad it sounds, they did a great job with the surgery and already you wouldn't know how bad it was by looking at him. Some scars, but
surprisingly innocuous, and they're going to clean those up later.
And even though getting nuked makes him sicker than a dog, I'm confident he has emerged victorious.
Attitude
It sounds to me like you're in for more than any of my uncles went through, but it doesn't sound like you're dead yet.
I also get the distinct impression you aren't one to throw up your hands and say “screw it”, though I'm sure the temptation comes and goes, as
it would for anyone in the same boat.
People no doubt have and will lay all kinds of sage advice and profound philosophy on you -- and of course, the worst of all, the “awwwww” and
arched eyebrows of fawning sympathy.
You won't get that from me -- well, except for the philosophy part, maybe.
As I so aptly demonstrate time and again, I can't see the future, so I don't know how all this is going to play out.
However, my money is on you having more interesting stories to tell (and even wilder dreams) once you get past this latest round of medical
adventures.
No matter what happens, know that wherever these adventures may lead, my heart goes with you.
It's not like you're new at this game. You know what you have to do.
Do it with style.