Confusion never stops.
The ever evolving saga of my aunt's cancer unfourtantely, is beginning to indicate that the bus is taking an exit, and there's no on ramp left.
It's a long story of which I will tell, probably tomorrow after I digest my thoughts a little more. Although nothing is set in stone as of yet, a lot of us and some of the doctors included, are starting to wonder whether or not prolonged treatment is really advisible. More importantly, it's a matter of allowing her to live as a human for a little longer and not some zombie having to take 30 bajillion pain medications and still look pale, frail, and just completely lifeless. That's not the Aunt Kathy I know.
The whole issue of cancer has been on my mind for sometime, even before my mom called me to tell us they had "finally found the problem of her pain." Several people my family knew went through the deal; but I never realized how hellacious this disease can be. It not only kills individuals; it kills families, friends, your first kiss, the greatest night of your life, and parts of us, whether we choose to address that issue or not. It leaves a void in us after it's all said and done.
Sure, many do survive now. The progress we have made is amazing. But it still lurks amongst us and it will continue to tear us apart in more ways than we as humans can fathom.
Why the rambling then MikeJones? Is this not the rhetoric we read and hear about everday?
It's more than rambling for me, folks. This is a personal statement from me that I, as a human being, son, friend, nephew, student, and utter stranger, will strive from this day forward to help defeat this beast we recognize as "cancer." As everyone and their mother knows, I am aspiring for degrees in mathematics and biology with hopes of making it to grad school. Never before have I been so determined to dedicate myself to my studies in order to accomplish such a feat and join the group of people who dedicate their lives towards research on the causes, cures, and methods for eradicating this heathen from existence. As far as I'm concerned, the time is ripe and now; never before has there been such a calling for the practicioners of mathematics and biology to unite to carry out some of the most sophiscated, yet pertinent, research ever undertaken.
Mark my words people; 15 years from now you may not remember me, hear from me, or see me ever again. But I will find someway to touch everyone in the world for the better. Even if I can help contribute to finding just one gene therapy drug for one person on this earth so as to prolong their life, then by god I will have accomplished at least part of my mission. Fuck the money, glory and history for which I could make. I just want to be able to go to bed everynight knowing that every person in this world can live another day, cancer free, and enjoy their lives as much as I have thus far.
I keep a list of yearly/life goals on me. No one has ever seen it, since I have never showed anyone it, even my parents. And frankly, I have no intentions to show it anytime soon. All I know is that this morning at 9:30 am, I made modification to that list using a BiC Ultra Round Stic Grip pen for which can never be erased;
Slay the dragon. No mercy. No excuses. No giving up.
Out
It's a long story of which I will tell, probably tomorrow after I digest my thoughts a little more. Although nothing is set in stone as of yet, a lot of us and some of the doctors included, are starting to wonder whether or not prolonged treatment is really advisible. More importantly, it's a matter of allowing her to live as a human for a little longer and not some zombie having to take 30 bajillion pain medications and still look pale, frail, and just completely lifeless. That's not the Aunt Kathy I know.
The whole issue of cancer has been on my mind for sometime, even before my mom called me to tell us they had "finally found the problem of her pain." Several people my family knew went through the deal; but I never realized how hellacious this disease can be. It not only kills individuals; it kills families, friends, your first kiss, the greatest night of your life, and parts of us, whether we choose to address that issue or not. It leaves a void in us after it's all said and done.
Sure, many do survive now. The progress we have made is amazing. But it still lurks amongst us and it will continue to tear us apart in more ways than we as humans can fathom.
Why the rambling then MikeJones? Is this not the rhetoric we read and hear about everday?
It's more than rambling for me, folks. This is a personal statement from me that I, as a human being, son, friend, nephew, student, and utter stranger, will strive from this day forward to help defeat this beast we recognize as "cancer." As everyone and their mother knows, I am aspiring for degrees in mathematics and biology with hopes of making it to grad school. Never before have I been so determined to dedicate myself to my studies in order to accomplish such a feat and join the group of people who dedicate their lives towards research on the causes, cures, and methods for eradicating this heathen from existence. As far as I'm concerned, the time is ripe and now; never before has there been such a calling for the practicioners of mathematics and biology to unite to carry out some of the most sophiscated, yet pertinent, research ever undertaken.
Mark my words people; 15 years from now you may not remember me, hear from me, or see me ever again. But I will find someway to touch everyone in the world for the better. Even if I can help contribute to finding just one gene therapy drug for one person on this earth so as to prolong their life, then by god I will have accomplished at least part of my mission. Fuck the money, glory and history for which I could make. I just want to be able to go to bed everynight knowing that every person in this world can live another day, cancer free, and enjoy their lives as much as I have thus far.
I keep a list of yearly/life goals on me. No one has ever seen it, since I have never showed anyone it, even my parents. And frankly, I have no intentions to show it anytime soon. All I know is that this morning at 9:30 am, I made modification to that list using a BiC Ultra Round Stic Grip pen for which can never be erased;
Slay the dragon. No mercy. No excuses. No giving up.
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