When I first received my diagnosis I was relieved to learn that it was a “treatable” cancer.
In retrospect, I realize I had a somewhat fuzzy take on the word, “treatable.” It was associated in my mind with “treatment” in the sense of bodywork or other health and fitness practices.
Which is not surprising, considering I was rarely sick and never had a serious illness or broken bone or severe accident in my entire life!
Of course, my “treatment” horizons have greatly expanded in the past couple of months. I’ve been introduced to MRI’s, PET scans, biopsies, hematology, oncology, drug prescriptions, and chemo injections, with radiation and more still to come.
Quite a learning curve.