My son had a little cyst on his upper left arm. Surgeons dug it out; it was bigger than first appeared. He bled all over the place for the next few days, never really healed.
It got better, though, and he took a job north. Lest you feel this a story about some little kid, my son is mid-twenties.
He just had a CRI scan of that arm and anomolies were discovered. 25% chance of cancer, in which case amputation is the remedy. He must soon go to Vancouver for more thorough tests.
I'm scared. He's scared. We're all terrified.
What a brutal, indiscriminate thing is that disease!
My son is skookum, has weight-lifted for the past year or so. Not tall, but muscular, fit, arms the girth of my calves. No steroids, not even protein supplements; just healthy food.
There's little history of such disease in my family. We all live to be a hundred , essentially disease-free. It's the Indian heritage. After most of the native population died of Smallpox and TB during the initial assault, we resumed our heritage of longevity.
But this devastates me. I want to place blame somewhere, but blame is no solution.
25% chance, say they, which means 75% opposing chance.
I hope they're right.
Posted by DrNo.
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