Today is my three-years-in-remission mark! Hooray!
Cancer is a funny thing. Going through cancer is a surreal experience.
Chemo-brain is a lingering side effect. My memory is not as good as it used to be (though, I admit, it used to be disturbingly sharp). I wonder how much of what I went through I forget. I wonder if that’s a blessing.
I didn’t have a “throw caution to the wind and party all night every night” kind of life before cancer, so I can’t say that cancer has made me re-prioritize and my life is on track now.
But it changes you. It’s impossible to deal with something potentially fatal, with debilitating treatment, for months on end without being changed.
I seem to be different than many young adult cancer survivors in that I’m not angry, generally. Or perhaps I should say, I’m not angry at cancer. I’m not angry at researchers and Big Pharm for not curing us of this affliction.
Truth is, for the most part, we need to cure ourselves.
We need to get rid of the chemicals in our foods, drinks, clothes, furniture, cleaners, environment that cause cancer in the first place. We know what they are! Research told us! Will it be inconvenient? In some cases, yes. But is it really inconvenient to have fake butter that isn’t yellow?
I look at it as a choice: I can choose for everything to be as quick, easy, and convenient as possible, or I can choose for as much as possible to be healthy. Sadly, they are often mutually exclusive.
(This is not to say that I think research is useless, but we have so many answers already. We need to implement them. Research is useless if we ignore the results…)
My cancer was not, as far as we currently know, based on lifestyle choices. I have changed my lifestyle anyway. I did cancer once already. I don’t need to do it again.
Does changing your lifestyle (or maintaining a healthy one) guarantee that you’ll never get cancer? Nope. But I’m in favor of taking the best odds I can get.
What about you?