up until the colon cancer diagnosis, i was perfectly healthy. i had been involved in sport from an early age, and i continued to exercise and stay active long after my playing days were over. the people around me were certainly concerned for me and about my diagnosis, and perhaps some of them were perplexed by my ability to carry on with life. in a way, i was indifferent to it — not because i had made peace or surrendered to it, but because i knew that cancer could be beaten.
don’t get me wrong — cancer is not something that anybody earns or deserves, and i’m certainly not implying that it can be swiftly solved with a stoic or positive attitude. the right mindset can help a person going through the experience stay mentally strong, but sometimes, the cancer wins despite the affirmations. it’s a complicated disease that chooses its victims at random, and it can be both cruel and untimely. at 77, i didn’t want to have cancer, but when i learned that i did, my life never flashed before my eyes, and i never thought about whether i would die from it. i reckoned that because the cancer was caught early, i had advantage over it.
all i really wanted was bacon and eggs
my operation went very well, and because it was minimally invasive, on the second and third day after surgery, i was up walking around the ward, and i was discharged from the hospital on the following day. the doctors put me on a special diet while in the hospital, but all i really wanted was to eat a plate of bacon and eggs. to my relief, i was able to resume my old eating habits not long after returning home.