When I Think Back...

I was at the mature age of 60 when the shit hit the fan as far as my health was concerned and my life, for many reasons the least of which is cancer, has never been the same.  I was diagnosed with cancer, then a heart attack, and three surgeries to insert stints, then monthly chemo treatments, semi annual scans, night sweats, constant nausea and fatigue...  and, then the second cancer arrived which prompted surgery and a few years later, it returned and my doctors turned to radiation and when all was said and done, I was still feeling kinda poorly when a malfunctioning thyroid was then discovered.  And, to make matter a tad worse than they were, I ended up in hospital with a staph infection in my blood and a situation where I almost died once and for all...

Obviously, that did not occur to which I am grateful, but I wonder what will happen next now that my prostate biopsy has, for all intents and purposes turned out to be negative except for one lingering spot that down the road might give me problems.

And, while all is well, all is not ending well it seems because on my lungs a new tumor was found growing quite inconspicuously and a new CT scan will be performed in a month just to see what there might be to see...  if there is anything there to see at all...  still, there is this tumor which might be nothing or something, we do not know, but either way, I believe that it too much go...  which means perhaps another surgery...  after the surgery to biopsy that is.

So, when I think back on what it was like to be HEALTH FREE, I find it all not similar at all to being debt free and buying everything on the basis of cash and carry.