Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The idea that a positive frame of mind has any effect on the course of the disease is utter tripe. Both myself and Cancer Boy take a dim view of this, not only on grounds of evidence but on the basis that it essentially blames the dying for their fate.
Remember, we overwhelmingly tend to hear about the 'positive' people who have had cancer. Well, they survived it, they have a reason to be cheerful! The miserable sods who died are silent. An obvious point? Granted, but one not to be forgotten.
The course of my own little malignancy lies in the hands of Fate and medicine. Probably more the former than the latter. It's not going to try to kill me any time soon, and may never.
But a confounding factor is my age. Being 45 with prostate cancer screws up the treatment options and prognosis, I'm just too damn young! Radiotherapy is off the table, because of a concern that - in 25 years - that therapy itself may trigger another cancer. If I was 60, these things would be a lot more straightforward. Many men of that age die with prostate cancer and not because of it.
I'd love to know the stats for 45 years olds who get it. Anyone? As for surgery-.they could chop out the cancer in a flash, no problems. Well, to the extent that the cancer would be gone anyway. But surgery carries very high risks of causing permanent impotence and incontinence, and I'm damned if I'm leaving prison with a penis-pump and a nappy. And hence my recent jibe against the progress in cancer research.
So, I've decided adopt the stance of all sensible cowards. Do absolutely nothing, and hope for the best. Cancer Boy himself has lived several times longer than originally expected. Having being labeled as essentially intractable, he has found a surgeon who is at least willing to explore whether he can be usefully spliced-and-diced and given longer to live. Just don't tell him it's because he's ''positive''...
Labels: prostate cancer