Cancer Machine
Cancer! Me! Fifty-six years old, in good health, having followed a reasonably good diet and exercise program for years. Didn’t smoke, drink, or chew tobacco. Why cancer? Why that kind of cancer? Why me?
Of course, the answer came back almost instantly, “Why not you?” There is no promise that says that anyone will be less vulnerable to what everyone else endures in the world – disease, accident, violence, death, etc. I started thinking a lot about that.
Blue Cave, Turkey
I was immediately plunged into the cancer machine at the BC Cancer Agency Clinic in Vancouver: meetings with specialists, an exploratory operation on my lungs to see if the cancer had spread, CT scan, more consultations, more tests, etc., etc. This went on for weeks, and it seemed I would not escape until I was declared cured or given up for dead.
I, and especially my wife, started an intensive search on the internet and in the library for information on cancer and alternative treatments, not being enthusiastic about conventional options being discussed. I started taking extra supplements and herbs.
There was some good news. The tests showed no signs of cancer anywhere but in my mouth. Thank God! However, the scan showed that, although the tumour was localized to the right side of my jawbone, about two-thirds of the bone on that side was already eaten away.
Over a month after the initial diagnosis, we had a meeting with three specialists – radiation, surgical, chemotherapy – at the Cancer Clinic. They described the options for treatment and recommended surgery as the best course of action. The surgeon said that there was a 50% possibility of full recovery. Better than nothing!
Suddenly, there was nothing to do but wait. The operation couldn’t take place until June 29th, due to lack of available facilities and staff. That was three weeks off! As it was, some poor man with something “less serious” got bumped.
The tumor was now the size of a golf ball.
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