• My 1 Year Journey With Cancer
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[img]http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v298/73/106/830110721/n830110721_3537431_2742.jpg[/img] [B]Some Facepunchers may know that I have cancer[/B], Hodgkin's Lymphoma to be exact. I thought I would write a little thread about it for a few reasons. I'd like those who have become my "e-buddies" to have an update on my condition. I'd like to let people who have no idea about me being sick learn a little. I'd like to just share a first hand experience and see if others of the forum have had similar experiences themselves or with friends and family. As far as I know I am the only one on Facepunch with any type of cancer, but I very well could be wrong. I'd also like to say thanks to the community here for keeping my spirits high, keeping a smile on my face and giving me a place to learn and practice some new talents. [B]If you are going to be a jerk you can leave and not reply, please![/B] Now I am one of the most sarcastic people I know, especially online, so I welcome funny comments and such, just don't say stuff like "lol you have cancer, you gonna die!" [B]So today marks about 1 year[/B] since the beginning of the strangest year I've ever had, to say the least. Today is Labor Day here in the U.S., and last year on this holiday I was having a barbecue with some friends and just having a good time, when I really started to notice that I had some weird stomach pains. They had been there maybe that whole day but they really got strong as the night came. It felt like something was wrong inside, not just a stomach ache or the like. The next day it was still there, pretty strong and painful, so I didn't go to work and I went to my doctor. Because of the location he thought maybe it'd be my pancreas, if I remember right, and he wanted to do an ultrasound to see if anything could be determined with that. So I got one of those done on my stomach, I kinda felt like a pregnant lady :D Turns out it wasn't my pancreas, but a lymph node that was a bit larger than it should have been. The pain was caused because the node was pushing against my liver. They did some more tests over the next few days, including a biopsy of that lymph node. That was the most painful thing I have ever felt. They numbed up the area around where they were going to be sticking this foot long needle thing with a grabber on the end into my side, so I didn't feel it penetrate my skin. But boy did I feel it inside! Then they just left it in there while they ran me through a CT scan to make sure it had grabbed onto the right thing, then they pulled it out. I never wanna go through that again, if anything! After a few days the results were back; it was Hodgkin's Lymphoma. A type of cancer in the lymph nodes. I had always pictured people with cancer as either very old people who were about to die anyway, or else little bald kids you see on a TV commercial. It seems you never see or hear about teens or young adults with cancer (I'm 24, was 23 at the time). So the whole thing was kind of shocking, yet they told me that Hodgkin's was the cancer to have if you had to chose one. It's very curable, treatment is light compared to other types, and once it's gone it's gone. I've since met and heard stories from people who have had it also and they've never had it again in years. There were more than one nodes that were affected also, some in my abdomen and 1 in my chest, so I would need to do chemotherapy to begin and not radiation. [B]So I started chemotherapy[/B] near the end of September 2007. I would have a treatment once every other Friday for six months. Initially there were 4 chemo drugs that they had me on but 2 of them ended up getting dropped within a few weeks because of side effects. Before chemotherapy, I had to have a portable catheter (we just called it a port for short) installed near my left collar bone. This would let them just inject the chemo drugs right into it and they wouldn't have to find a vein and do an IV every time. It's just a little bump on my skin, see below for pictures. I came to love that guy because the injections were completely painless, despite the needle size! I think I would have been so sick of needles if I had gone the IV route for those 6 months. Each treatment time would take about 3 hours, then it was down to about an hour and a half once I was only on 2 injections. The nurses were very nice and cool, 1 or 2 were hot :q: I would just nap while they pumped stuff into me, or sometimes I'd read a book. At first I tried to eat lunch since my times were around noon or 1, but after a few times I couldn't hold down food at all at the cancer clinic. I would get sick just thinking about going in for chemo, and sometimes I'd barf the second after walking in the door just from the “clean” hospital smell of the place. My parent's joked that if I ever saw the nurses at the grocery store I'd probably throw up right then and there! I guess it was just like Pavlov's dogs: my body knew it was going to be throwing up after the drugs, so I'd throw up before, during, and after too! [B] Then came the side effects[/B] of Chemotherapy. This is the part that everyone hears about. Honestly the pain from the cancer it self was nothing, in fact I don't remember it hurting much at all after just a few rounds. One of the biggest and firstly noticeable ones was the nausea. They had me on 2 very strong anti-nausea medications, but I still threw up all the time. I couldn't hardly keep any food down for the first few days after each treatment, though after about 5 days or so my eating would return to normal again... only to go through the same process again. I would feel sick and tired the whole time, so for 6 months I lived on my living room couch. As for my hair, I kept it mostly until the 2nd to last week of chemo. For some reason it waited that long till it just decided “I'm done, touch me and I'll fall out.” One day it just all came out in the shower, it was gross and my head looked patchy and horrible, so I had my mom shave everything off (see above picture). The worst side effect was neuropathy, or nerve damage, in my feet and hands. I couldn't grip anything very well for awhile and writing neatly and normally was just about impossible. I couldn't open jars or popcans and the like either. My feet were worse though, I couldn't walk hardly at all for a few weeks before they found the right drugs for the pain. It felt like when I stood up, the blood rushing to my feet would carry with it millions of tiny spiked balls or that the blood was acid running through my veins. My feet just burned all the time, but would feel the worst those first few seconds after standing up. I opted for wheelchairs a lot of the times in the hospital or the cancer clinic just because of that. I had to get some groovy slippers to wear too because my normal shoes were just too painful. I couldn't sleep under the covers in my bed because the pressure of the blankets on my feet was too painful, so I would use a thing sleeping bag that at least wasn't as bad. I had to take sleep medication though because of the foot pain, and even with that and my pain meds I'd still only manage a few hours of sleep. I think at one time there were about 10 different medications I was on for various things having to do with side effects! The chemotherapy also messed up my heart and blood pressure. My blood pressure dropped drastically , and to compensate, my heart rate sped up. My heart beat constantly around 120 bpm, where normally it should be at about half that. I couldn't feel a difference in the speed other than if I felt for my pulse, I mean it didn't feel like I was running all the time or something. With those two things, I was prone to fainting. So picture this, I stand up, my feet SCREAM with pain, I stand there in place a few seconds to let the pain settle to where I'm OK to walk, I take a few steps, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor wondering what happened. And that would happen a lot during those first few months until they got me on some good meds that at least helped me not faint, though it didn't slow down my heart to normal. The fainting is probably what worried my parents the most, they didn't want me walking hardly anywhere at all without help or someone watching closely, because it would just happen to me without warning it seemed and I couldn't stop it. [B]The worst night of this past year[/B] started when I was trying to fill a water bottle at the sink. I was standing there filling the bottle and I remember it being almost full, when suddenly things were different. I was on the floor, it looked like there was Kool-Aid on the floor next to me, and my head hurt. I guess I fainted and hit my head on the counter, though to this day I'm not exactly sure what I hit my head on. The bottle spilled and my head was bleeding into the water on the floor, hence the look of red Kool-Aid. My dad was in the same room so he ran over and got me a towel to put on my right eyebrow area to try to stop the bleeding and he says we need to get me to the emergency room. “Oh great, how bad is it?” I said. He said it wasn't too bad but it looked deep so we better go. So I held that towel there and we went to the emergency room. I sat there in the waiting room for awhile before they finally saw me, and I just wanted them to stitch me up and send me on my way. Of course they had to hook me up to the machines and check my vitals and such, which gave them a scare because my heart was so fast and my blood pressure was so low. I told them that it was just like that, that my doctors knew about it and that they didn't need to worry about it but they convinced my parents to let them give me some fluids and monitor me for awhile after the stitches. I just freaking wanted to go home! We were there for about 4 hours where as it should have only taken 30 minutes at most to just do the stitches and send me on my way. I was just so sick of hospitals and doctors and needles and loud annoying beeping heart rate monitors! Of course my heart rate stayed high and nothing changed and finally they let me go. For some reason I was just super sick of everything that night, having cancer and chemotherapy side effects and such, and just did not want to be there in that hospital for longer than necessary. I can say though that that is about the only time I was ever truly angry about being sick this past year. Somehow I've been able to stay positive about it all other than that one night. [B]Eventually the 6 months were over[/B], most of the side effects started to fade, and I was slowly able to get back to having more of a normal life. I remember the first time I was going to drive a car again my parents said it was like handing the keys over to a 16 year old again, they were so nervous! After a few months I had another PET/CT scan and it turned out that there was one node that was still enlarged, so they wanted to do radiation therapy. That happened just this July, 2008. It was so much nicer than chemo though! It was every day, but it only took about 15 minutes for the treatments. I would just lay on a table and a machine would shoot concentrated x-ray's at me and rotate to 7 different angles. The best part? No side effects other than tiredness! I would have to take a nap every day, but it didn't make me nauseous or sick at all. I wished they could have just done that instead of chemotherapy in the first place, but since I had a few enlarged nodes chemo was the only way to target them all at once. Radiation is too concentrated to work in more areas than one. So how am I doing now? Really good! My hair is back, I'm down to about 3 medications is all, and lingering side effects are few. I'm still trying to get strength back in my legs and such, I honestly rarely used them at all for 6 months! I go to stores sometimes now and after 10 minutes or so I'll be ready to sit down again and rest my legs, but I know it's an ongoing process. The annoying thing is that my foot neurpathy is still there, though it is MUCH less than before. I don't get the extreme pain when I first stand up at all anymore, instead it's just a constant burning pain that's there all the time, but it's much much less than before. I can stand to walk around for awhile but usually it doesn't take long before I want to sit down and take my shoes off and massage my foot. I say foot because for some reason my left foot is the one that hurts, my right one is back to normal. Who knows why. I can't wait for the day when I can actually run and jump without pain and play basketball or go paintballing with my friends again! [B]The plan for now[/B] is the following. Next month I have another PET/CT scan, and that should show that the cancer is completely gone. My doctors are pretty confident this will be the case and I am very hopeful about that. Once my foot decides to stop hurting I can truly get my leg muscles working again since taking a walk around 1 block 4 or 5 times a week isn't doing too much good. Once that is taken care of I plan on getting a job again and hope to be able to return to Brigham Young University in January 2009. Life goes on! [B]To end[/B], thanks to all the good people here on Facepunch. There are countless of you who have wished me well along the way or who have made me smile or laugh without even knowing how much that meant to me. Thanks to the contributors of the Photoshop Contests especially for making me laugh and for giving me a place to practice my new found hobby of image editing. I had never messed with image editing at all really until this year, when I found LOTS of free time to practice and improve and I have really enjoyed it. Now, some media: [img]http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v298/73/106/830110721/n830110721_3537435_3860.jpg[/img] [B]Hair Timeline[/B] -Took that last picture a few months ago but my hair pretty much looks the same today. I think my hair came back in a little darker and thicker than it was before, though the picture might not show that too well. [img]http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/8701/metattoosym9.jpg[/img] [B]Tattoo's for radiation and my "port"[/B] -For radiation I had to get tattoos so they knew where to line the machine up every day. They are those three small black dots you see on my abdomen. There is also 1 on each side of me too just below my ribs. You can also see my port on the left there with the tube running up my neck. Luckily that all hides underneath my shirt so no one ever sees any of it unless they ask or I spring this scary "just out of the shower" photo on them :D [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVwMHJBHkXA[/media] [B]I Dance For Cancer 2[/B] -some of you might have seen this more than anything. I started a series of vids of me dancing stupidly and put them on youtube. This is the best one of the 3 done... so far. [B]Please, if you can relate to my story in any way, do tell. I'd really like to hear if anyone else has cancer especially.[/B] [B][highlight]OCTOBER 21 2008 UPDATE:[/highlight][/B] Just got my test results back today. Turns out radiation did the trick on the node they were aiming at, but I have another one near my esophagus. This means they have to do a bone marrow transplant so they can be sure to kill any and all cancer anywhere. Monday I'll start chemo again, which I'll have for about 3 months this time. Then I have to go live near the Huntsman Cancer Institute in Salt Lake City for 3 weeks while they do full body radiation, uber heavy chemotherapy, and the bone marrow transplant. I'm honestly feeling a little sick to my stomach already... [B][highlight]MARCH 4th 2009 UPDATE:[/highlight][/B] It's been a few crazy months for me lately! I wanted to share what all has happened these last few months as I hear some are interested. When I last wrote I had just gotten the news that there was still a tumor near my esophagus and I was going to need a bone marrow transplant. It turns out things happened a little bit differently than I was expecting back then, and for the better too. I did have 3 months of chemo that started last October and finished up the week of Christmas in December. It turned out not to be all that bad, even though the chemo drugs they were using this time around were supposed to be stronger. For some reason I hardly got sick at all. Not sure if it was just the fact that my body had already had chemo or just the different drugs that didn't react with my body like it does with others. Either way, I was very happy to not be so sick! I was still able to enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas pretty normally. I should also mention that at this point I had my port removed, and a new different one placed! This new port on the opposite side of my chest had 3 tubes coming out of it. This was in preparation for the transplant and heavy chemo. It would allow them to do 3 different drugs at once if they needed to. The great thing about it was that they never had to stick me with needles anymore! They could just hook up the injections onto one of the 3 tubes and shoot whatever into me from there. I really liked having it, although it felt a little strange to have things dangling off my chest. Also meant I couldn't roll over onto my stomach at night, and for the first few nights it took some getting used to trying to sleep with them there. I got the hang of it though and it was much nicer than my old port, so it was totally worth it. The "Bone Marrow Transplant" actually turned out to be MUCH different than I was expecting. It really should be called an Analogous Stem Cell Transplant, though the stem cells do come from the bone marrow. After the 3 months of Chemotherapy, they started me on some shots I had to have every morning and night. 2 shots in the morning and 3 at night of this stuff called Nupagen (or however you spell it). What it does is causes the stem cells in your bone marrow to come out into the blood stream. I would go up to the hospital every morning to have my blood drawn, and then they'd check the percentage of stem cells in my blood. Once there was a high enough percentage they were able to just siphon off the cells they needed for the transplant later. They just hooked me up to this machine through my new 3 tube port thing, one tube going into the machine and another tube coming back from it. My blood would go out, the machine would siphon off the stem cells, then the remaining blood would go back into me. It took about 4 hours for them to collect enough to have plenty for the transplant, so I just slept. After the cells were collected they were frozen in liquid nitrogen. On January 13th I entered the hospital for a 3 week stay. The first week was high dose chemotherapy, followed by the stem cell transplant, then 2 weeks of recovery. I need to say at this point that the transplant isn't the cure for the cancer, the high dose chemo is. This chemo was higher intensity than anything I had had before, and it's so strong that it would kill you if a transplant didn't occur afterward. The only reason they do the transplant is to replenish your normal bone marrow and blood functions after the chemo has killed them completely off. During this time the body is extremely prone to infections and disease because all of the body's ability to fight is also killed off. This is why I had to stay in the hospital for 3 weeks and couldn't just be at home like I had before. I needed to be under observation 24/7 so that the hospital staff could react the moment any danger signs arose. The first week of chemo actually didn't turn out to be all that bad. Again I hardly got sick at all, it just sort of made me tired all the time, so I slept a lot and just laid in bed watchin TV or using the laptop I got for Christmas. The nurses had to take vital signs every 4 hours... starting at 4 in the morning. 4 8 noon 4 8 midnight every day for the entire 3 week stay. That was probably the most annoying thing about the whole experience. Especially being woken up at 4 in the morning every day. At first I also kinda liked the hospital food, but after a week or so it got pretty disgusting. Not sure if that was in part to the chemo playing tricks with my taste buds and digestive system or just the fact that hospital food is pretty crappy! The nurses were all really nice and some of the male ones were really cool and funny. There were some cute female ones too! I also had plenty of visitors and they really helped me not go insane with boredom. My parents came up about every other day and then I had lots of friends and relatives who'd come up every now and again, so that was nice. I still ended up getting REALLY bored and couldn't wait to get out! I had the transplant just 2 days after the week of uber heavy chemo. They brought in this big round thing that had my cells they collected in it still frozen in liquid nitrogen at around -275F if I remember right. The technician took them out and they were just in little IV bags. He placed the bags in warm water for about 5 minutes until they thawed, then they just hooked them up to my port line and let them drip into me. There were 3 bags total and it only took about an hour for the whole process. The whole time I kept thinking "This is so nice, it's completely painless!" When I first heard that I was going to have a bone marrow transplant I pictured pieces of my spine being removed very painfully and then grafted back in later. The whole idea just sounded very painful and unpleasant, and it turned out to be basically neither of these! One kind of strange thing is that the cells were also combined with a preservative before being frozen, and this preservative kind of smells funny. To me it smelled like corn but some people said differently. I got used to the smell pretty quick, but I guess it lingered around for a few days after. The nurse said because the preservative was injected into my blood also, my whole body eventually was just covered with the stench! Pretty weird! After the transplant just came 2 weeks of recovery and observation to make sure everything went smoothly and be sure I didn't get any infections or other problems. I spent most of my time playin' on my laptop or watching some movies I brought up. Oh, I also spent lots of time poppin' pills. There were TONS of pills they had me on, and a few meds they had me on through IV constantly too. Anti-biotics, anti-fungals, anti-virals, anti-nausea pills, you name it. It took some getting used to sleeping while being hooked up to an IV through my 3 danglin chest tubes all night as well. Eventually though the transplant took hold, my blood counts improved each day showing I was regaining the ability to fight infection on my own and I could stop taking so many meds. I did really well with it all and never got sick or infected with anything which was very lucky. I heard about some of the other patients which just had tons of problems, where as I basically sailed right through it. Eventually the 3 weeks were over and I was doing well enough to come back home! I was so happy the day I was released just because I was getting so bored and antsy and just needing to be out of that 1 room I had sat in for so long! So I've just spent the last month and a half continuing to recover and such. Slowly my strength is returning and I can somewhat get back into a normal life. I have to stay away from sick people for sure, can't really be out in crowds, and my diet is a bit restricted. No fast food (though I cheated yesterday and had a burger... oh wow it was heaven) and no fresh fruit or vegetables that don't have thick skins. So like I can eat bananas or oranges, but no lettuce or berries. This is just because they might have microbials or some such junk that could make me sick and they are hard to clean good enough to eat. On Tuesday they removed my central line, so I no longer have any foreign objects in my chest! It feels kinda weird, I had gotten so used to them. I gotta wait about a week, but then I'm really looking forward to hot tubing or going swimming! As far as the cancer goes, I basically just gotta wait a few months until they can do another PET/CT scan to see if the cancer is gone. I'm feelin' pretty confident that it is! We'll just wait and see I guess! OK, now for some new pics: My dad giving me the shots I had to have morning and night: [IMG]http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8025/meshots2.jpg[/IMG] My new central line: [img]http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1956/73/106/830110721/n830110721_5291825_3454.jpg[/img] Me sleeping while hooked up to the machine that siphoned off the stem cells from my blood: [img]http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1926/73/106/830110721/n830110721_5407948_7631.jpg[/img] The frozen cells being removed from the tank: [IMG]http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/9581/dsc6756.jpg[/IMG] Me with a creepy face during the transplant. The stem cells are the orangey colored bag on the right: [IMG]http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/7452/dsc6761.jpg[/IMG] All garbed up to walk the halls. We dubbed this "The Pig Mask", I had to wear it any time outside of my room: [img]http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2092/73/106/830110721/n830110721_5617829_9379.jpg[/img] [highlight][B]August 10, 2009 Update![/B][/highlight] So I found out officially last week (though I 'accidentally' found out the week before) that I have no active cancer in my body! I had a PET/CT scan, the 1st one since having the heavy chemo and transplant back in January. They are kind of careful with using the word "cured" my doc said. She said if I get clean scans for 5 years, then they'll say I'm cured and I won't have to have checks for it again. So for now, we can say I am in remission. It feels very good though! Like I now have my future a bit more open instead of worrying that I'll have treatments and have to cancel big plans. I haven't been as active on the forums lately because of the good news and actually getting more of a normal social life. It's been good. Thanks again for everyone's well wishes!! [highlight][B]August 14, 2010 Update![/B][/highlight] I am still doing good! It has been a year and a half since the transplant and I think a little over a year since I first heard I was cancer free. I had a scan at the end of July this year and once again, no traces of cancer. Because I turned 26 in July, I got kicked off my parents health insurance at the end of that month, so right now all I have is student health insurance. Which is OK, but I might not be able to get scanned again in 5 months like I am supposed to. It's not a huge deal though since I've been clear for this long now, but just to be safe they want to keep scanning me every 6 months. We'll see how that goes I guess. As far as everything else goes... I am not quite at 100% strength yet, but pretty close. I find it tough to run, mostly because the impact hurts my still messed up foot, but I can go walking for quite awhile now. Normal every day stuff is fine for me, but sometimes out of the ordinary stuff wears me out. I went boating 2 weekends ago and I got pretty tired from setting up camp, so that kinda sucked. But it passed after a few hours of resting. Last January I got back into school again, I was feeling good enough. It was tough... not sure if it's because I hadn't had school for 3 years or so, or because it was my first semester at a different, more prestigious university. Either way, I did pretty good and I enjoyed living out on my own and such. I've been back home for the summer but I'll be headed back there in a few weeks to start school back up again. Looking forward to being there, but not looking forward to the school work haha.
Ah, my favorite Mormon. I am glad you are alive. God bless. I just noticed the pictures, looking good! I hope everything will continue to get better for you.
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[QUOTE=stupid07er] [B]If you are going to be a jerk you can leave and not reply, please![/B] [/QUOTE] Anyone trying to be a dick/look funny/hardcore can expect to get banned. And I think I might also delete their posts since they only do it for funny ratings.
you look better bald. that coming from a hetero...
So how did you get cancer?
Wow I was actually worried until the end there.
Jeez that must have sucked. At least you're all right. : ) : | : ( ;'( ;'()
[QUOTE=Patttttttttt]you look better bald. that coming from a hetero...[/QUOTE] Lot's of people have said that, but I didn't like how I looked. Though it was definitely much easier to take care of!
don't die that'd be the worst.
Wow...stupid07er, this is ONE more reason you're nearing my "Top 3 facepunchers" list. Now you're good with photoshop, funny, and you've fought [i]cancer.[/i] :patriot:
[QUOTE=theusaokay]So how did you get cancer?[/QUOTE] No idea. The doctors said they don't know why Hodgkin's happens, it just does randomly. It's not genetic or anything.
[QUOTE=neap tide II]don't die that'd be the worst.[/QUOTE] Truth.
Great to hear you recovered man.
Wow you have been on a long journey. Hope everything is on the mend.
great thread, was a good read. glad to hear your getting better.
Wow... If I knew you had Hodgkin's... I would have let you win those TF2 Arena games... You stay put on my planet, you bastard! (This dramatic post was brought to you by alkaloids, the basic chemotherapy.)
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Just don't get it again that's all I'm saying.
That was a really good read
Attention whore! Nah, just kidding, that was interesting.
[QUOTE=Toline]Attention whore! Nah, just kidding, that was interesting.[/QUOTE] Truthfully I have been thinking about writing this for awhile now but I kept putting it off or deciding I wouldn't. A big reason I didn't want to was because I would feel like an attention whore! I decided though that I needed to just do it and let people who I have become good internet friends with know what's up.
[QUOTE=stupid07er]Truthfully I have been thinking about writing this for awhile now but I kept putting it off or deciding I wouldn't. A big reason I didn't want to was because I would feel like an attention whore! I decided though that I needed to just do it and let people who I have become good internet friends with know what's up.[/QUOTE] If you cut yourself shaving or something, then you would be an attention whore.
Hooray, no more cancer :D Glad to see you made a recovery! I'd hate to have cancer however I'm more or less bound to get it (if I don't already) between now and whenever I die, that's just the way things work.
It made me happy to hear you've gotten better. Be strong, friend. <3 By the way, you look really good with that short hair and gotee.
I understand yeah cancer right got it. Why did you need to post a picture of yourself without a shirt on?
Ahh, we've got a second captain bald. Welcome aboard captain. With all seriousness, get well soon!
[QUOTE=sltlamina]Hooray, no more cancer :D Glad to see you made a recovery! I'd hate to have cancer however I'm more or less bound to get it (if I don't already) between now and whenever I die, that's just the way things work.[/QUOTE] You pretty much have to be really unlucky. I for instance have no history of any type of cancer in my family at all, thus I'm very unlikely to get cancer.
[QUOTE=thisispain]You pretty much have to be really unlucky. I for instance have no history of any type of cancer in my family at all, thus I'm very unlikely to get cancer.[/QUOTE] Not to rain on your parade, but neither did I :uhoh:
[QUOTE=thisispain]You pretty much have to be really unlucky. I for instance have no history of any type of cancer in my family at all, thus I'm very unlikely to get cancer.[/QUOTE] If you were able to live indefinitely (like not age) then you're almost 100% guaranteed to get cancer, the second you were born you were being bombarded with radiation and inhaling carcinogens. It's simply the way things work.
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