I get a bit weary of hearing and reading about all the horrors of cancer.
I've been playing hide-and-seek with it for more than three years and as of now am minus a breast and some other body parts. I am seeing an oncologist and gynecologist, as well as my primary physician. I get copies of every medical procedure and lab test. I ask a lot of questions. I know precisely what has happened to me in the past and whatever comes later will be no shattering surprise.
My husband, on the other hand, has Parkinson's Disease. With Parkinson's, everything starts going wrong in unpredictable and varying degrees. The body part that functions well today may run amok tomorrow. There are no clear-cut delineations, as there are with cancer.
My husband is receiving medical treatment and we belong to a support group. Parkinson's patients do rise to the challenge, yet in listening to them it is obvious how agonizingly confusing and mercilessly debilitating this disease is.
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So from my vantage point, I venture the assessment that Parkinson's is a far more cruel disease than cancer. And I know I'll maintain that view if my cancer returns and becomes untreatable.