(REPRISE: 10 Years) Do You Remember The Time...

Ten years ago today. I'm pretty sure I roll this one out on Facebook every year, but this time, I'll re-post this one from 2014 as a Reprise. Funny how time seems to move so quickly and slowly, all at the same time. I have had several events remind me of how true that is. 

Today, for whatever stupid reason, I remember just about every single thing about the events of 10 years ago. Biopsy, lunch, some food shopping, and lots of news coverage about MJ. 

It was the beginning of "b.c." Before caner. The beginning of the end of life as we knew it.

This is also my birthday month. Ten years ago, after lump discovery, but before diagnosis, I was so happy to celebrate turning 40 with family and friends. And a couple of weeks ago, I enjoyed VERY much, turning 50 with family, friends and multiple celebrations. We were all celebrating not only the fact that, I am now eligible for my AARP card, but also that I can still be here. That we can still be together.  

Left turning 40 - 2009. Right turning 50 - 2019

I'm letting the birthday memories overtake the biopsy memories. May it remain so.


Do You Remember The Time...

Today.  Today marks five years since Michael Jackson passed away. Farrah Fawcett as well, but all you saw on TV was Michael Jackson. I remember this day well. Ok, not "well" but, rather, vividly. Because when I heard the news that the King Of Pop was dead, I was resting on the sofa, ice pack on my boob, really flipping the fuck out from having just had a biopsy.

It was the beginning of the shit hitting the fan in our life.

Although I do tend to Remember The Times through all the procedures and treatments, this particular one might have been forgotten...except for MJ. And Farrah.

All Your Money Won't Another Minute Buy...

 A rambling musing here. And I dunno if my thoughts on this are popular or unpopular, and I guess I might lose a subscriber or three, but here we go.

We've all heard something along these lines:

"They (whoever 'they' are) HAVE the cure for (breast) cancer, but won't put it out there cause there's just too much money being made in the cancer business..."

Right?

Yeah. I'm guilty of saying that, too.  But that was the "bc" Luna. "Before cancer" Luna. For years before I entered cancerland, I, and very indignantly too, bought into that line of thinking. I even boldly said as much right to my oncologists face. And his response was certain, matter of fact, and immediate. Not even a pause. He's heard that for years. He doesn't believe it's true. He HOPES the cure is finally discovered. He won't mind practicing in another area of medicine. Or sticking around and happily prescribing "the cure" to any and all. 

Steve Jobs Photo Credit: ABC News

And if you really, really think about it, if there was a real cure, doesn't everyone have a price? How many famous, rich and super wealthy people have died from cancer? Not just talking about breast cancer, but just fuckin' cancer! Really, if it was curable, wouldn't Farrah Fawcett still be alive? Or Patrick Swayze? Elizabeth Edwards? Linda McCartney? 
Steve Jobs??!! All the money that guy had, all the fame, all that genius...could he not have secretly bought this cure for himself and still be with us today, cranking out the latest and greatest in technology? I bet he was one that could keep a secret. 

And wouldn't the cure for cancer be expensive enough, that "they" could continue to make their big, big money off of it? 

Or, another way to think about it....Whoever DOES bring the cure for cancer is gonna be one rich, rich, uber famous mofo person. A bonafide hero, really.  Who wouldn't want to go down in history as the person/company/entity that cured fucking cancer? 

Eh, just some rambling thoughts running around my head, as I'm reading things here, hearing things there. 

No. In my opinion, there is no secret cure that's being kept from us. Especially for breast cancer, at least. I think breast cancer is just so complex, so many different diseases, that we just aren't there yet. We're getting closer, that much is evident. But still no cure. 

Damnit!