Vibes.
Breast cancer is one underhanded slimy crafty motherfucker.
Best friend's wife, many years ago, lumpectomy/radiation, mastectomy/chemotherapy, two bone marrow transplants, experimental protocols, pathologic femur fracture, taxol, herbs, spices, whatever it took, so much chemo/radiation you lost count. You know what you do when your oncologist says you can't have more radiation? Get a new oncologist. Her kids were about 2 and 4 when she was diagnosed. She knew the odds against her. Her stated goal: "So my children will remember me." They were 17 and 19 when she passed. In that time she also finished her college degree, a Masters in Literature and started an editing company. One of her sons has been pictured on this site several times.
Never give up. Never give up the fight until the fight is done.
Vibes.
"We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment at no matter what. -George Santayana, The Philosophy of Travel
...it would probably bother me more if I wasn't quite so heavily sedated. -David St. Hubbins, This Is Spinal Tap
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