I'm here to say, "BULLSHIT." I'm calling "Hell no, It's not all right" on this. Eating 5 servings of F's and V's, Xercising, Lbs., naaaa, not gonna buy it. I have friggin' cancer, and I did the above - for more than 40 years (it's chemo that added 20 pounds to my healthy body, not me). And what - Yup - hundreds of thousands of dollars, lost time, lost life, nearly dead, and now I have to watch for this the rest of my life? And where did it get Polly - death. Git outta here -
When, when, when is there going to be PREVENTION, not CURE, not TREATMENT, but give me a break - when will cancer NOT be a money making engine? When will cancer NOT be an industry? What is NOT being said/done? The last comment tonight? "What is your insurance?" "Well, your insurance will cover . . . but not . . ." "And as you leave, we have these handouts, so you'll know how to recognize the symptoms."
I hate this - these women tonight DO NOT DESERVE to be wearing compression sleeves, gloves, dealing with lymphatic massages, and taking anti-inflammatories, spending time in the hospital for cellulitis, on top of what they are already dealing with. NO - NO - NO.
I belong to this clan - this community. Did I solicit membership? Nope. Did I beg to join? Nope. Initiation - how about hazing? Yeah - friggin' scars, a port, a nipple that is facing sideways and a half-breast with no feeling. And now I get to worry about radiation and Lymphedema. Good-night Irene. Go to hell medical and political system, I am not your cancer whore - I will not sell my body; I am not an experiment.
OK, I'll do my deep breathing, have an apple (2 servings of fruit), walk my 30+ minutes, calm down (oh yeah, stress can complicate Lymphedema), and then offer you this - a beautiful piece of poetry - but still no non-invasive cure for breast cancer.
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