I have been quoted as describing myself as the healthiest guy you'll ever meet with cancer - having historically escaped many a medical malady and consistently conquered most common colds.
Life, and in particular the life that is my work, exposes me to any number of physiological stimuli that challenge ones health: stress, exhaustion, close proximity to sick and exhausted colleagues (adults make terrible PATIENTS), germy air travel (they say the seat arms are the worst), wolfing down institutional food (rarely at REGULAR MEAL times), vastly changing climates and temperatures (frigid a/c to 100% humidity; and then back again), physical exertion - did I mention stress? So getting a little sniffle in my snuffle is no real surprise or big deal. That was until I was diagnosed with an immuno-deficiency strain of cancer.
Having gone from a medically induced white blood cell count of dead 0, to 3500 (and climbing) I seem to be gaining my previous ability to stave off those annoying sicky setbacks. Case in point, I recently got a “work cold” and was able to head it off at the pass with OTC meds, mega vitamin C and as much sleep as I could steal. No, I don’t heal like a Marvel comics’ super hero; transformed by a futuristic procedure (though I did have a pretty far out there stem cell transplant). But I do seem to now be able to bounce back better than the past 18 months. So score one for modern medicine.
Seems like that’s what it’s all about after all - life’s little victories added up to equal a satisfying existence.
