We all make deals with God all the time. If you help me pass this test, I will say 10 Hail Mary's a week. If I pass this test, I will never swear again. I promise to do anything to make this nightmare go away, I will even fold the laundry. (you have not idea how bad it has gotten)
My daughter should not have cancer, I want her to graduate from St. Joe's and go to Holy Names and graduate from there... that is all I want. I want those 5 years they talk about.
They always talk about 5 year survival rates. When the words are tumbling towards you and your brain is in a rapid river and all you want to do is hear good news, 5 years sounds like a gift. It is something to hang on to as your whole life is being dismantled and you are rushing down the river. 5 years.
Well let me tell you from deeply felt experience, I want 50 years. 5 is not cutting it. 5 years off treatment flew off the shelf so fast I didn't even notice it was gone. Whossh, and it was gone. From what we have been told, it takes 5 years to recover from the treatment. That should not be counted as the 5 years.
So the docs need to buck up and they need to look out into the future. They need to be more optomistic. They need to re-write the script.
50 more years...... 50 more years.... or 60. I am not too picky or demanding.