The name of this blog is LIFE IS MORE THAN SOUND BITES. Here's a sound bite: CANCER SUCKS! My heart is breaking, piece by piece, and I can't find the repair kit. Hopelessness has snuck in where hopefulness has been residing for many months. It doesn't stay too long. I won't let it but it does get in every once in a while.
We have been married for almost 51 years. It's not long enough. We promised each other that we would grow old together. We still need to grow much older. On this journey that has been thrust upon us, we have found unknown depths of strength and hope and positivity rising up through the veil of anguish, fear and anger.
I hang my hope on what might be termed "inner strength" to will an outcome that will crush, once and for all, the cancer that has invaded our lives. I scream in the car and rail against the circumstances we find ourselves in. The tears flow now and again, just not where they can be seen. It's the only release I have.
There are so many different days we are living through: days of hope when things seem to be going okay, days of doubt when something new or unexpected pops up, days of calm when things have remained the same, days of anger when too many ugly thoughts invade my mind. The yoyo of emotions plays on and on. Nevertheless, hope springs eternal and that is something we will never give up. We are sustained by the love and support of family and by those friends who have remained in contact. And even though I'm not much of a god person, I am extremely grateful for all the prayers, mishaberahs, rosaries and supportive thoughts and actions coming our way. This kind of a circle of support helps immensely, calming our minds and hearts.
HOPE and OPTIMISM continue to be the words we live by. There is no other alternative.
Cancer: the scourge of humanity. May it rot in Hell.
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Saturday, May 23, 2015
A Source of Money
People aren't lives. They are a source of money.
I've lost two dear friends to cancer in the last fifteen months. Each passed away about six months after diagnosis. While I still can't wrap my head around the passing of such wonderful and young women, I feel intense rage at the machine that continues to rake in money through costly treatments that, for the most part, don't result in cures.
With all the money donated over so many years, ostensibly to fund the research to find a cure for this goddamn disease, there hasn't been the breakthrough I, and millions of others, expected..... a full cure for all of the different types of cancer. This horrible malady should have been eradicated years ago.
What goes into "so-called" treatment? Weeks, months and sometimes years of ingesting chemical cocktails, all in the hopes of "going into remission". Even being in remission for a certain number of years is no guarantee that this dreaded disease won't come back in some form or another.
And the money for all this "hope"? It all goes to the pharmaceuticals who reap in HUGE profits on the drugs they hawk, the researchers who find bits and pieces to the puzzle but never really come up with enough significant results to wipe it out completely, the cancer charities (some of whom are bogus like the few just shut down here in Arizona).
We are lulled into thinking pink ribbons mean something. They don't. "Running for a cure" is an admirable thing to do but that money raised goes partly into someone's pocket (sometimes a lot of it) or pays for the outlandishly expensive drugs (because profits, you know) or pays for telemarketing calls begging for more money, and, yes to research where finding A CURE FOR ALL CANCER still seems to be very elusive.
There are cures out there. There has to be but Big Pharma would lose an enormous amount of money (profits) if they became widely known. To them, people aren't lives. They're a source of money (PROFITS). And so I lose friends. I feel rage. And I cry because that's all I can do.
I've lost two dear friends to cancer in the last fifteen months. Each passed away about six months after diagnosis. While I still can't wrap my head around the passing of such wonderful and young women, I feel intense rage at the machine that continues to rake in money through costly treatments that, for the most part, don't result in cures.
With all the money donated over so many years, ostensibly to fund the research to find a cure for this goddamn disease, there hasn't been the breakthrough I, and millions of others, expected..... a full cure for all of the different types of cancer. This horrible malady should have been eradicated years ago.
What goes into "so-called" treatment? Weeks, months and sometimes years of ingesting chemical cocktails, all in the hopes of "going into remission". Even being in remission for a certain number of years is no guarantee that this dreaded disease won't come back in some form or another.
And the money for all this "hope"? It all goes to the pharmaceuticals who reap in HUGE profits on the drugs they hawk, the researchers who find bits and pieces to the puzzle but never really come up with enough significant results to wipe it out completely, the cancer charities (some of whom are bogus like the few just shut down here in Arizona).
We are lulled into thinking pink ribbons mean something. They don't. "Running for a cure" is an admirable thing to do but that money raised goes partly into someone's pocket (sometimes a lot of it) or pays for the outlandishly expensive drugs (because profits, you know) or pays for telemarketing calls begging for more money, and, yes to research where finding A CURE FOR ALL CANCER still seems to be very elusive.
There are cures out there. There has to be but Big Pharma would lose an enormous amount of money (profits) if they became widely known. To them, people aren't lives. They're a source of money (PROFITS). And so I lose friends. I feel rage. And I cry because that's all I can do.
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