Life

Several years ago the wife set out to get herself a degree. While at uni she
met two other mature students and they have remained close friends ever
since, being there for each other through lifes ups and downs. A year ago
one of them was diagnosed with lung cancer and the prognosis was not good,
it was a large tumour and there was no cure, although with chemotherapy and
radiotherapy her life expectancy could be lengthened. The wife and I talked
about the choice she had numerous times. The several months of treatment
would make her ill and her quality of life during that time would be poor.
The other friend said that they wouldn't have the treatment but would enjoy
the little time they had left. She didn't. She wanted to be around when her
first grandchild was born at the end of last year. After several hard months
of chemo and radiotherapy and scan after scan the tumour was still there,
but it had shrunk. It was now small enough to operate. So a few weeks ago
she had half of a lung removed and this week was told that the tumour had
gone. There is no guarantee that the cancer won't come back but for now she
has been cured in a way that was never thought possible and is feeling
better than ever. And she will, hopefully, live to see her granddaughter
grow up.

How many people, like the other friend, would have refused the treatment.