"The Disease Has Exploded"
by Susan Estrich
It was the headline you never wanted to see. For nearly two years, I have started my day by checking in on Leroy Sievers to see how he is doing. His "My Cancer" blog on npr.com has become a family of sorts for people living with cancer, for people taking care of family and friends with cancer, and for anyone who has been touched by the disease or who hasn't.
For two years, since Leroy started writing about the unexpected and awful recurrence of his colon cancer, his blog fami ...
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Posted by: Mark Daniels
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Tue Jul 8, 2008 11:03 PM
My dad died of lung cancer 2 years ago. And you know, it is still hard to think of him not being here. Cancer is a perfect killer. I watched how it takes hold of your spirit, body, and mind and leaves a shell. My dad was strong, vibrant, and tough, but cancer left him weak, scared, and helpless. It was hard to watch. As I cry now writing this, I want to offer my prayers to all out there. Be strong and understand that God did not create cancer. Cancer is an off-shoot of the perfection of our own bodies (God's intended design) displaying imperfection.. I pray that one day we can solve this condition and move on to the next problem of man. God bless you all in the fight and please let's not forget the caregivers.
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Posted by: Mark Daniels
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Tue Jul 8, 2008 11:04 PM
Cancer causes wisdom, thanx.
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Posted by: davd w pennington
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Tue Jul 8, 2008 1:41 PM
Thank you for writing about Leroy, not even that it was about Leroy, but how you wrote about him and his cancer...and Judy's. I hadn't heard of Leroy until your column, today, but I have lost friends to cancer, and had others who managed to escape it. Your point is well taken: the life and death struggle with cancer makes our usual concerns diminish in importance. I am a cancer survivor--36 years, so far--but got off so easy, I'm somewhat timid to say so. The worst part for me was the mental anguish that followed treatment, wondering if I would be fighting it again. That was pretty intense for a couple of years. Here's a guideline I like, but not original to me: 1. Don't sweat the small stuff. 2. It's all small stuff.
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