At 40 years old, you could either be married or stay single... with a bit of luck you might live long and dance the funky chicken at your 70th birthday party.
Or you could also be diagnosed with cancer at the tender age 30 years old. I've seen lot of fatalities to these malady. It knows neither mercy nor boundary. Any of the human organs is a potential target, from prostate to ovaries... from brain to bone marrow. In most cases you can't cure them.
Sure we can kill the sonoffa with chemo or radiotherapy but not without caveat emptor. Take chemo for instant we have reliable cocktail on our shelf. But the side effect can be nasty to the other healthy living cells. Not to mention the nausea and puking your guts out. In the end the cancer cells might return and haunt us back like Stallone in Rambo 4 (he should know when to quit).
.jpg)
Performing pleural biopsy on a patient with pleural effusion, suspected to have lung cancer.
This unlucky pakcik smoked 1 pack per day for 15
years.
Cut that sucker out you say. Sure if it is Stage 1 NSCLC (non-small cell lung cancer)... why not? But what if we diagnosed Ahmad's cancer a bit too late. Think of it like PS2 game - Stage 4 is a more difficult level where surgical resection is rendered useless because your Damansara cancer has taken the LRT to Port Klang and married a second wife there. What did you say?? That LRT route doesn't exist? Oh sue me then and later take it to Ong Tee Keat. Not to mention the issue of 'no-fly zone' or no man's land where if Muthu's cancer cells have an office on the 52nd floor of Petronas tower. The surgeon surely can't take it out without chopping away the first 50 floors. Hint: Most brainstem gliomas are deemed inoperable due to its close proximity with certain vital part of the brain required by Muthu to breath, shit or copulate.
I would not be far wrong in that to own your own cancer cells are likened to the top 3 real estate pearls:
- Location
- Location
- Location.
No comments:
Post a Comment