It is currently midnight as I am writing this blog post - the eve of a follow-up PET scan, and I can't sleep. I really have no reason to fear the test and results. My blood work numbers were good today, and I will have immune therapy treatment #14 a couple hours after the scan. I am finding that the most difficult part of having cancer is not physical, but rather psychological and emotional. Earlier this evening I watched a PBS Frontline episode title 'Being Mortal'. It was based on Atul Gawande's book of the same title, which I had read a couple of months after I received my diagnosis. It was a tough read. The topic of the book is facing end of life issues. The subject is a definite downer, but I recommend both the book and the Frontline episode to any with cancer and their loved ones. I very much hope and continue to actively work toward a long and healthy life, but I also feel very strongly that it is important to be prepared to have a good death, so I really appreciate the candid honesty of the doctors and patients in both the book and the documentary. While watching the Frontline episode, I was struck by the meaning of the title 'Being Mortal' - not only does it apply to the cancer patients featured, but it very much applies to the oncology doctors. They are mortal, not gods. Medicine can go only so far, and it really is up to us to be prepared to make sacred decisions about the meaning of a good death for ourselves. Have the difficult discussions with loved ones and make sure they know your wishes, so that you are spared suffering and your loved ones won't have to agonize over whether they are making the right choices on your behalf.
Since I am currently yawning - I am off to cuddle up with my canine care team. Here is another CA sunset - Enjoy!
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