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have been looking at this fact sheet about Chemo from the hospital, some scary stuff:
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This need not be scary. I had a cancer 8 years ago, a very aggresive bugger that grew overnight on my neck, when I looked in the mirror to combe my hair that morning I could see the thing sticking out, about the size of a mans thumb.
I have a very good friend who came to see me when he found out about this. We sat and talking for several hours and gradually my friend convinced me I was going to live, and I did I'm happy to say.
After I went through the operation, the chemo and radio therapy was over, for a reason I will never fully understand, I hit what I can only describe as a "high" it lasted about five years and in that time I excercised everyday by simple walking. I stopped drinking and smoking and concentrated on my health my staying within the "high".
I was 55 when cancer hit me, I forgot about work completely and stayed focused on living. The human Spirit is a wonderfull thing, but must be guarded. I walked away from everything and anything that demoralised or attemped to suck away my will to live, I hung on to "I believe I will live" which I kept telling myself as I walking everyday.
Survival rates have never been better and there is every likeyhood that your going to survive and lead a full and active life.