Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Again, I surprise myself with what pops into my head while I lie upon the hard, cold radiation table for day two of treatment. In this case, it's the image of a great battle out of The Lord of the Rings or Braveheart. Warriors on horseback, gleaming swords, colorful banners swirl through my head as I think about those radiation beams attacking the enemy cancer cells. "Die, you motherf&%$ers!" I think, brandishing my imaginary sword. Yes, many of my good soldier cells will be lost for the cause. Civilian casualties are inevitable. My body will never be the same. But if it means eliminating the enemy and preserving the good of this humble nation that is my body, I am willing to accept it.