This entire week is a rare week for me in that there are no medical appointments on my calendar... it has happened before but not often... however, yesterday I received a call from a high school classmate that I have not talked to for over 5 years... he wanted to let me know that a fellow classmate of our died this past week and he believes (based upon what he could figure out) that he died of cancer after visiting MD Anderson in Texas.
Apparently, he told someone that he was going to the hospital to have his lungs checked out and after the visit told that same person that everything checked out ok... that conversation took place 6 months ago and now this classmate is dead.
While the data is somewhat cloudy, one might conclude that he was diagnosed with lung cancer and was told by the MD Anderson doctors that they could do nothing and that he had perhaps 4-6 months to live.... although, this is sheer speculation by me.
However, it made me realize how fortunate I am to be still alive after fight two types of cancer for over 6 and 12 years. Recently, my Oncologist informed me that both my cancers had turned aggressive and that he was not sure if he could stop them... he never shared that with me until after he was able to stop them. I wonder what my mental state might have been if he had shared that truth with me like MD Anderson may have shared with my classmate.
Do I consider myself lucky, fortunate, or spared?
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