My Personal Cancer Journey — Feeling Sorry for Myself

I suppose all cancer patients feel this way at some time. We ask the question, “Why me?” and begin to feel sorry for ourselves that we were somehow chosen to shoulder this burden. I do not believe in fate, so that cannot be the reason. I guess I drew the “short straw,” as the expression goes.

Of course, this entire discussion with myself is a pointless and is going nowhere. The reality is simply that “I have cancer,” and has nothing to do with choosing or getting singled out or anything like that. It’s like asking the question, “Why was I born in West Virginia?” The answer, of course, is that a complicated series of events involving a large number of individuals led to a moment on June 20, 1946 when baby Gary was born.

In the same way, then, a complicated series of events, involving a large number of individuals led to a moment on January 9, 2013 when a doctor said to me, “You have Stage 4 Lung Cancer.” Lucky me!

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