My friend told me that her father-in-law had lung cancer. She wanted to know what his chances of survival are. I felt that knowing the rate is depressing and might not even apply to him. Everyone is different and special in their own way. No one wants to be just a number. When I was first diagnosed during Thanksgiving of 2011, I googled my chances of surviving - 8 months was pretty slim and 5 years was even slimmer. I don't know if I'm going to be that 1%, but it doesn't matter. I can't spend my life crying about my death. What matters is the present, because that's the only place I can be in. So I have to enjoy ever moment of it and make it count. I hope he does too.
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