Death odds on a Monday morning
Nine out of 10 men don’t need treatment but the rest will die, and there’s no good way to tell them apart. It also kills at a higher rate than breast cancer. Nearly 32 men out of 100,000 will die of prostate cancer; 27 women out of 100,000 die of breast cancer.
Yeah, just the kind of analysis I want to wake up to on a Monday morning. Especially as I still wait for BorgHealth to tell me why I was under the weather last week [lab results pending]. Read the article; it’s a good one.
But while news of the Orlando symposium being reported was interesting, the comparisons of prostate cancer funding and advocacy to that for breast cancer in the article put me off a bit. Earlier this year I left a fundraiser for another cancer after the organizer made an off-the-cuff remark that his fundraiser was necessary because HIV/AIDS was getting all the government funding. True or not, advocating for one disease’s programs by running down other disease’s research programs just seems a bit untoward. On top of that, while I have a vested interest in massive research and funding into the causes and treatment of prostate cancer, I’m also still the guy looking for the medical research clause in the Consitution as he wonders why the federal government is in that business in the first place.
the theme of your comments are certainly weighty — i would reply only after much thought. SO, my comment is this…what kind of sick person is out of bed and posting at 5:54am?! hehehehe! that said, i speak for myself and your other friends from another life in saying, we’re on your side and continue to wish you the best in your recovery.
Oh, and one more thing, the top of your damn head is sunburned!
Yes, my head is sunburned.
As for the other, blame #$%# Pongo. Ten years old and the little bastard still can’t tell time. Every morning the same thing. The sun’s almost to the horizon, so I need to go outside NOW! It could be nine o’clock in December in Idaho, or 4:30 in the San Diego spring – all the matters is the position of that pesky star.
Gawd I can’t wait to change the clocks next weekend.