Today marks my 10th Paracentesis aka periocentesis. Now my abdominal organs can get properly seated after six weeks of fluid build up. There’s several narratives in the emergency room. The ER patient’s story, and the stories of minimally 12 people whose aim should look through a scope to find the best possible outcome for the
I try to follow the old rule “fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.” But there’s not a one of us who can honestly say we’ve not gone back for more foolishness given instances of grief, love, passion, obsession, and even hope. What makes us continue to go back for more chemotherapy falls into this category. There’s no instance of chemotherapy being the cure of cancer. But we’ve seen success with it over the course of our disease. It’s not foolishness but hope that dries us to swallow the pills, be injected with or being lasered with by the very things that cause cancer.
I do not love or even like having cancer. I do not view cancer as a battle to win or lose. By default a combat defines a winner as well as a loser. Losing would imply that those of us whose bodies succumbed, or will succumb to the beast within, lost a battle, a fight,