I reconnected with a friend who owns one of my pups, Ice. We had not spoken since before the cancer thing almost 2 years ago. He had left a message on our land line which was never heard or returned.
It's kind of awful to bring folks up to date. It's hard not to traumatize them. Faced with news of that much illness it is difficult for an average person to react. Since things are OK now, it is easier to just be upbeat.
Fortunately we were both interested in talking about Ice and her war on the squirrels.
Strange as it may seem, I forgot how bad the news of cancer can be. While talking with a fellow in the waiting room I let slip that the doctors (including his) were great and had saved my life.
That's when he told me that he had rectal cancer and six months to live. He was not kidding and seemed very credible. He had finished 6 weeks of radiation treatments and was there to discuss a potential chemotherapy regime. We talked a bit about how it was important to know clearly what the prognosis was from the doctor. Then he was called.
The woman next to me told me she was a 12 year survivor of stage 2 colon cancer. It is not uncommon to meet survivors of all sorts of cancer.
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