My Life With Cancer

People keep asking how I'm doing.  That's really cool.  I feel loved.  And I'm really open about this whole cancer thing, so I have no problem sharing about it.  And reporting how I'm doing. So how am I doing? GREAT!  I'm doing great! I've been under General Anesthesia several times during my life.  Each time that I woke up, I was extremely happy and felt like I had been resting for days.  I was ready to go.  But when I came out of it during my recent targeted biopsy, I was pissed.  Really pissed.  I was doing all I could to not snap at the nurses.  I did not like waking up in a hospital.  And with cancer.  I was real pissed. While laying there in my pissed off groggy state, I felt the presence of both my son and my mother, who passed on before me.  I couldn't tell if they were there to take me with them or to comfort me.  I assumed it was the latter because most cancer patients don't die from a biops...

You gasp!  "REALLY! He posted a picture of a farmer preparing to butcher a couple of hogs!!" YES.  I DID!!  Why?  Two reasons:  ONE, I am pissed as heck at cancer and its lack of a cure and the medical profession and everything that has to do with cancer and treatment.  And TWO, for medical purposes.  Keep reading. I had more graphic pictures with blood and gore and knives and even masks, but they were copyrighted and undownloadable.  So your eyes are lucky.  This is a tame hog-butchering picture. The past week or so, I have come to the conclusion that DEATH IS THE ONLY CURE for cancer.  And that the millions and more "natural cures" for cancer are all bunk and crap.  That includes eating a TON of veggies every day.  Trust me.  I have tested most all of them myself.  I have myriad of books on natural cures for cancer.  "Take this and live!"  NONE OF IT WORKS!  In fact, while most are well-meani...