I watched this special at my grandparents house, where I was spending the night. Why might you ask would a 24 year old man be sleeping over grandma &grandpa’s? Well my grandfather had cancer. He’s had asbestosis for awhile now and had regular physicals from our family doctor. Then a month or so ago he had trouble breathing and drove himself to the hospital. They said it was asthma. I questioned this quick bs diagnosis, considering his asbestosis and said it could be lung cancer. “Oh no it’s not lung cancer, just asthma.” Well I sure was fucking glad they cleared that up for me! A week or so later he went back into the hospital for what was diagnosed as a bleeding ulcer. HHHMMM, maybe something else is wrong I thought again. BUT once again the great people of our medical profession assure me it was O.K. “Just an ulcer, he’s probably just worried.” Once again real reassuring.
A few days later he feels soo terrible, that my aunt (a nurse) checks him into the E.R. Well a week or so worth of testing later and suprise suprise he has cancer on his lungs, adrenals, brain, and stomach. So after his second radiation treatment I spent the night to help him get up and basically carry him where he needed to go and do what ever I possibly could for him. REAL FUCKING dignified for a man who helped build the Twinn Towers and fight in the second World War. But hey our medical system knows best right. I mean it makes complete sense to give chemotherapy to a man who was going to be 80 years old in the next month. Right? Yeah, then after watching that little special I was really sure that my grandfather was in good hands and once I got home I was going to throw out all of my gear, ph’s and supps. I mean fuck if I was 79 years old and new I had cancer all over my body I’d want my doctor to try to convice me, in my terrified state, that pumping me full of drugs and radiation so that my last days on this earth were spent weaker that a motherfucking diseased kitten, pissing on myself because all of my fucking senses are gone I’d jump right aboard.
Well I woke up on monday morning after another ruff night. Fortunately my grandfather didn’t. No more pain for a man who certainly did not deserve it.
The point is do not blindy believe and follow. Take care of your own body and educate yourself on doing so. If there is any up side to all of this it’s that my parents have seen the error of our medical profession and will not take the same route the earlier generation (my grandfather) did. NOR WILL I.