…..the inherent stupidity of “fighting” cancer. How do you fight your own body cells, even if they have decided to follow a traitorous path and have turned neoplastic? The simple answer is: You don’t! Like it or not, those malignant cells are part of your body and much like mutineers aboard an ocean vessel, they can no sooner be dissociated from your body than it would be to amputate an arm or a leg or an unthinking skull. You don’t “fight” cancer; you begrudgingly accept its presence and then take proactive measures to eradicate a malignancy knowing that the ultimate resolution to the matter does not rest in your hands and never will. Fate will “decide” whether you live or die irrespective of your wishes, however fervent. Treating a cancer diagnosis like it’s some sort of epic battle to be won or lost in the grandiloquent coliseum of human consciousness is just about the most juvenile, egotistical thing an afflicted person could ever do. Understand, contracting cancer is not a battle, not a binary choice, not a hostile engagement. Instead it is a premature death sentence that medical intervention may or may not be able to contravene, depending on the mood of the fickle omnipotent gods on any given day of the week we hominids choose to employ…..
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