I have long thought that in 100 years, we will look back at chemo- and radiation therapies much in the same way as we now look at blood letting. I’m not saying that I’m smart enough to figure out what will work instead, but it seems to me that pumping poison into someone, even to help them, doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.
This article says that maybe we’re targeting the wrong cells. This could be a major advancement, but I still think that there has to be another way. Sure, radioactive material will certainly kill cancerous cells, but it’ll kill the good ones, too. It just seems a little like a waste of effort.
Our church just lost one of our dearest members to a long battle with cancer. She was a deacon’s wife and has been in our church for more than twenty years. It just doesn’t make sense to me that we should give poison to the already sick. I hope we can find something soon.
I’m starting to get older now, and I’m beginning to realize that I don’t really want to do that. I love being engaged, it’s really starting to grow on me. I think I’ll like being married; I can’t wait to wake up next to Mandy everyday. But I don’t want to get any older. I’m actually pretty happy with my life. I’ve got a decent job (and maybe a raise coming soon, I’ll keep you posted), a great fiancé who really loves me, a couple of good friends at work, and I’m now 21. I don’t know how it could get much better. Aside from winning that lottery thing I’ve never bought a ticket for…
Point is, I’m not old, and I’m not young anymore. While I know enough about life to know I’m not invincible, I still want to go out and act stupid. I want to see what life has to offer, what I can attain in stuff and memories. I want to learn Italian and French. I want to open a bar. I want to take that little blond-haired girl to bed every night. I finally understand what it means to put the younger things aside and to do grown-up things, but I’ve still got my dreams.
And I can’t wait to chase them.