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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

the cancer scare..

The Cancer scare gets me every time. No. I haven't had a real scare. But I always wonder. Especially after someone dies from the Big C. Today I woke up with a sore throat. My first thoughts is always the worst. All day I have been having soup and juice and staying away from any man food that involves a lot of bite and hard corners. Naps are nice. I tend to get these symptoms before I come down with a cold. Hopefully that's it. With this sore throat, also comes with a sore mouth. Basically everything on my left side from the throat up to my nose is sore. I can't really talk, either. If this is bad, think how battling cancer must be like? I can't imagine. Thank God I haven't had to deal with that. Even though I continue to thank the higher power, I continue to do things that could put me into that percentage of contracting the Big C sooner rather than later. Untouchable. Immortal, I think. That would never hit Me. I say this while I spark a smoke or pour a pint. I then think how I'm healthy. I only smoke and drink twice a week. The rest of the time, I'm devouring veggies and fruit and walking and doing yoga. I guess that's where that indestructible-man part of me comes in. Sooner rather than later, I will have to get tested. Man up and face the fear. I once had a test for HIV. That was dreadful, even though I knew it would come back negative. You can never be 100%. And it's that .001% that scares the shit out of you. Still wondering. What would the real scare be like. How would it be to deal with the Big C? I'm just happy I got a sore throat.