The funny part of most cancers

i'm the healthiest person I recognise-mainly among my family!

I don't drink, smoke or do drugs (any longer!) consume organic when viable, workout (pretty) continually, meditate and stay a usually stress-loose life.

I couldn't assist myself. even though i would instructed myself I wouldn't, i discovered myself asking silently, "Why me?"

i was sitting in a beautiful conference room within the Breast health facility at the Virginia Mason medical center in Seattle. the entirety within the Breast health facility was cute: The lighting fixtures and furnishings, even the toilet. the entirety except the purpose we had been all patients there.

i used to be attending a planning assembly with my surgeon, Janie Grumley, my nurse coordinator (and God ship!), Natalie, a surgical resident and my sister, Gretchen. I idea, "One cause i have never had a real task for the closing 30+ years is that I HATE meetings." however I digress.

I have been given a binder packed full of tabs, notes and my scientific statistics. I couldn't assist but keep in mind my vintage buddy, Dave DeVarona, telling me such a lot of years in the past, "in case you don't have a real enterprise, you'd better have a brilliant notebook." that is a exquisite notebook.

humorous how the mind wanders for the duration of annoying conferences. it's like my mind knows when it's had sufficient and needs to test out-to funnier thoughts.

but I digress-again.

i'm being proven a diagram of breast anatomy and the way breast cancer progresses. i've DCIS, ductal carcinoma in situ. it's within the duct wall and, at this point, it ain't goin' everywhere. excellent news. it is microscopic, and, as the technology and technology stands right now, needs to be eliminated before it "learns" how to unfold

As Dr. Grumley explains it, our cells regenerate through dividing billions of times in a lifetime. every now and then they simply have the incorrect code and that divides as nicely, and keeps dividing, main to cancer. (That allows solution, "Why me?" just due to the fact).

I think about my dog, Heidi. She's a dachshund and loves to burrow. For years she would sleep below the covers at my toes at night. I cherished that. Then, one night I farted and she or he walked out from underneath the covers, glared at me and in no way went back. One little mistake changed her conduct for exact. same with cancer.

As i am looking Dr. Grumley draw at the pix of breasts in my pocket book, my mind wanders to Michael Keaton's movie, "Multiplicity." In it, he discovers how to clone himself to make his lifestyles less difficult. He has 2 clones and life goes nicely. Then certainly one of his clones makes a decision to clone himself and the end result is a multitude! His third clone is a goof ball that continues screwing up his life. proper now my most cancers cells are Michael Keaton's #three clone. We need to eliminate the ones cells earlier than they learn how to stay in "everyday society"-the rest of my frame.