I'm still getting used to the idea that I have cancer. I don't feel like I have cancer, more like I have a slight flu. I look the same, except a lot skinnier, probably weigh what I weighed in, maybe, high school. I've lost a good 10% of my body weight since the summer. Have to wear a belt now to keep my pants up, even the ones that used to be tight. I eat like crazy now, more than I used to, but can't put on weight. But at least it is staying steady.
Even though we have quite a bit of cancer in the family (mom, three of her siblings, three first cousins), I always thought it would be heart disease that got me. I guess watching your Dad die of a heart attack when you're 16 will do that. I'm a bit of a healthy food and exercise nut and fortunately have a very healthy heart. But I never could figure out what to do to avoid cancer. It seems like so many of the risk factors are beyond our control, especially if you live and work in the real world.
I realize I'm one of the fortunate ones. My older daughter sent me a link to a blog of a friend of hers who has a much worse cancer than mine, has undergone very painful chemo and radiation treatments for three years with no end, and no promise of a cure, in sight. He's a very brave guy with a wonderful spirit and sense of humor. I can only hope I would be that good in his situation.
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