Wow ~ Just watching the end of The Tour De France. The cancer that guy had, and the level to which it had spread through his entire body ~ holy shit.
There was just the most amazing interview with him. It was interesting as hell to hear that perspective. He said it didn't matter, doesn't matter, what your "chances" are. Whether you're in a "5% survival" group or a "95% survival" group, it doesn't matter. Everyone, everyone, is afraid. Afraid they're going to die, the moment they hear the word.
He admitted his fear. "I was scared to death." True, he had plenty of reason. From his testicles to his brain, masses of tumors. Saw his lung x-rays. Remembered the ones of mine.
But I admire, and remembered, what he said; within myself: "This could kill me." It's the truth. That's what you think. Not, "I'll survive." He admitted it. He was not optimistic or gung-ho while he was being treated and operated on; he was scared shitless.
"Low. The lowest," his wife said.
"I could see it all going away, and all I wanted was my health. I could live in a tent, if I could have that back."
Amazing. Fucking amazing. |
