On September 29th, 2000, I went for my annual physical.
My doctor told me I was in great shape. His words to me
as I left his office were:
“Whatever it is you’re doing, keep it up!”
A month later I was diagnosed with aggressive prostate cancer. My treatment consisted of six months of weekly chemotherapy, followed by surgery.
After cancer, one lives with the hope that the disease has left the body.
One learns to accept that it doesn’t leave the mind.
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