Playing Possum? Zombie-Tumor?
We’ve killed a lot of the tumors. Now we’re waiting to see what the cancer is going to do. Where it’s going to strike next. It’s not an immediate threat right now. If there’s a growth spurt, or a lot of new tumors show up suddenly, then we’ll react. We’ll fire back. But in the meantime, we wait.
Listening to NPR this morning I caught one of Leroy Sievers’ reports on his battle with cancer. Loved the analogy.
Next week it will have been four years since my own little carcinoma got nuked, along with the rest of my innards. I hope and pray it’s dead, but the reality is that I don’t know. To keep with Sievers’ analogy, I want to go kick the body and make certain, but that’s not an option. Actually I really want to dismember the beast, immerse the parts in acid, cremate whatever elements remain after that and then shoot the ashes into a black hole. Just to make sure, yaknow? But those aren’t options either. I settle for going back to BorgHealth every six months and letting them kick the body, so to speak. Yep, not moving, PSA normal, go home and don’t think about it. Yeah, right. Never take your eyes off the thing.