PEACE AT LAST





It is a sad day today.  Tom's brother Gary passed away this morning.  He was moved to Hospice last week, after suffering at home and at the hospital for months.  His cancer had matastisized to the spine and he was in excruciating pain.  He had undergone numerous bouts of radiation and chemotherapy.  To what end?  Were the few weeks he gained from this treatment worth what he went through.  They shoot horses don't they?  Why do the doctors keep pushing chemo when they know it will not cure and if anything sometimes make a bad situation worse.  Is life so precious that you will undergo anything to stay around and suffer?

In my gut, I feel very strongly that there are therapies that will work, but they will never be approved by the FDA.  Why?  Because it will put too many people out of work.  Big Pharma will go out of business.  Think about it.  What if there are in expensive supplements that would take the place of shots that cost over $10,000. a pop?

I have not reached the end stage of my disease yet, but I know with everything that's in me that I've made the right decision.  I have always wanted quality of life over quantity.  So what if my life is cut short by a few months.  For the last few years since my first surgery, I've had no symptoms.  I have not had to have a port installed in my chest so I could have poison pumped into my body.  I have not lost my hair.  I have not been so tired that I could barely move.  I have not lost my appetite.  In short, if I didn't have the scars on my back from the two surgeries, I wouldn't know that I have lung cancer.  I have been able to live my life as I have wanted.

That will change and I am not kidding myself.  The day is coming that I won't feel so great.  I know it and I am preparing myself for it.

I pray daily for a cure, one that will not be worse than the disease.  And I thank God that Tom's brother is finally out of his misery.  I am sad for his family's loss and for Tom's.  But,  but I am happy that Gary has found peace at last.