Life and death is part of a cycle and you can’t have one without the other. The human cycle begins as the baby becomes the youth, the youth becomes the adult, the adult has children, the adult becomes the elder, and the Elders teaches the youth. Elders go on to the Spirit World. Spirit comes into newborn babies to produce new life. There is also that spirit of how we have been touched by one another, along with the Great Spirit.
For some being told you have cancer is like being handed a death sentence. Its like the doctor giving them their last rites. In this day and age of modern medicine their is more hope then there ever was. There is also ones faith, family and friends; a support system of prayers that can’t be measured. You just have to be grateful they exist. How one chooses to deal with what the doctors tell them is each individuals own personal journey.
I look at cancer as being a Life Sentence. You know as in, “this is your life; now what?” Not “Oh by the way ya’gonna die.”*L* Like I siad an individuals choice on how to deal with their condition is their own personal journey. I figured out I deal with it by writing and laughing.
We are all “gonna die.” The healthiest person in the world could be crossing the street and some inattentive driver with a frkng cell phone in their ear could run them over. In the same way a doctor tells his patient you have six months and they live a 100 years.
I’ve learned that cancer is much more common then rare and that there’s all kinds, of every part of the body and then some. It throws me off if/when I tell somebody I have cancer and they look at my breast. Wots up wit dat guyz? LOL Yo, my mouthful of mammary glands are still in tack, thank you very much. If a male, tells me he has cancer I don’t stick my face in his prostate; excuse me, I mean my eyes doesn’t search THAT area. LOL
I’ve learned that people with cancer have their own names for cancer. Like the “C-word” or the “Monster.” I think for a long time I couldn’t say “cancer” or “cancer survivor.” Maybe I was thinking if I don’t “name it” or say it; IT doesn’t exist and it’ll go away. Can you say “denial”? *L* Then late reaction as usual; I realized ‘yes I have cancer’ and yes I am present and accounted for therefore I’ve survived, hello cansah survivah.
We are all survivors of some kind of turmoil or issues. Who got dirty lickings small keed time and survived and as teenagers how many thought dying was the answer to all their problems and did totally reckless things that could have resulted in death and survived? Many have survived bad habits and addiction(s); drugs, ALCOHOL, smoking (regular and pakalolo), gambling, multiple-marriages and divorces aka glutton for punishment; nah nah nah juss kidding.
Being told you have cancer is not all that different from the things mentioned above. People know smoking causes cancer but they smoke. People know their alcohol habit has consequences but they still drink. Hudhead!
Being told I have cancer does not condemn me to makidiedead now or soon; cause you know everybody going makidiedead sooner or later with or without cancer.
Being told I have cancer makes me more appreciative and want to live more; hence a Life Sentence. It ain’t all dat bad.*L*
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