Timing: Bad, or maybe not.

[Electrod47]

In 1999 at age 49 with zero family history of Cancer I was hit with worst prostate cancer diagnosis the doc had seen at the VA in Prescott AZ. ( Thank you Agent Orange) He noted the size and extent of the cancer, still hopefully contained with in the prostate, needed immediate surgery. I himmmed and hawwed, I was more pissed than afraid. During our conversation he learned I had employer insurance with the Mayo Clinic. He essentially begged me to run, not walk, to the Mayo in Scottsdale. By the time I met up with the surgeon there a couple weeks later I was determined to say the hell with the whole thing and just go on with my life and what will be will be. The surgeon quizzed me about my children and grandchildren. I had a little red headed 2 year old grand daughter I was particularly proud of. That dirty rat doctor says, " Do you want to dance at her wedding?"
Well, she ain't married yet, but I will be dancing at her wedding. Hang in there buddy..............

 

[d2wing]

Sorry that you had cancer. Prayers. Last year I was all packed for deer hunting, then had a heart attack. Fortunately I was able to regain enough health and strength to go this year and I got a deer. I hope you recover as well.