I am no longer a pacifist. Cancer has changed that for me.
The world of cancer is filled with war mongering jargon:
We are warriors
We are survivors
We are fighters
We are held hostage by cancer until it wins and we raise the flag of surrender.
The side effects of treatments for cancer have to be weighed, strategized and evaluated.
Some chemotherapy drugs cause lasting heart issues.
Some radiation treatments can cause a plethora of side effects.
Some drug regimes have multiple lasting side effects.
The late effects of cancer have to be recognized in the war.
Here is the kicker for those of you not in the war yet, cancerous tumors can mutate to another type of cancer! WTF??
So there you are, or your friend, relative, or loved one fighting the good fight against your diagnosed cancer. You are doing surgery, chemotherapy, radiation, drug therapy, what ever it takes to win and a tumor mutates. WTF??
This is like an ally siding with another enemy that you didn’t even know was in the battle!
All your treatments have to be re-examined and evaluated. No one sees this coming. It is a sneak attack. It is like a suicide mission. When it happens often the cancer wins.
I lost a very dear friend to ovarian cancer last month. Ovarian cancer is the vicious deadly stepsister to breast cancer. There are few races or celebrity endorsements because there are not many survivors. For the last 18 months my friend’s full time job was managing her cancer. She fought a good fight and finally became a casualty in her war.
With all this fighting, battling, and strategizing against cancer, how can anyone be a pacifist?