Cancer Journal

 I mentioned in the prior blog entry about Vitamin C infuser, A, that we were joined by a loud, exuberant woman (her name is Jan) just starting out on Vitamin C.  She joins my good friend, Maria and me and Oh My, we have such fun!  Noisy;  they probably hear us way down the hall but unlike A, Maria isn't chased away by the decibels.  She may turn up her own volume nob as do I.   Hearing things and telling things never uttered to another human being.  Maria referred to her time with Jan after I leave as "Wellness Happiness Hour."  Jan said the three of us together is The Breakfast Club which causes me a clang of recognition and agreement*.  Breakfast Club for old folks!  Cancer, I suppose, stands in for the bad/stupid principal.  Jan thinks it's a pity that kids don't have a chance for the life enhancing closeness that was in the Breakfast Club and with the three of us.  But then she doesn't see it happening because the kid...

 The cancer stories I'm used to involve people who follow a plant based diet plus some other good practices and then have their tumors shrink or maybe disappear in a way at odds with what their medical doctor had anticipated.  That's kind of what's been going on with me.  Last week as I was getting my Vitamin C infusion, I shared the treatment room with a woman who does not have that story.  The cancer has metastasized from her breast to her bones.  She has to wear a neck brace about all the time because of a broken vertebrae in her neck.  She gets weekly chemo treatments which she understands she will get for the rest of her life.  The treatments no doubt account for the tight fitting cap on her head. She (I will call her A.  I haven't gotten her permission to write about her yet.  I will ask her how she feels about that next time I see her) had a story of failure to make timely diagnosis (if they had looked closely at the Pet scan they shou...