A Cancer Statistic? Not You, Not Me

For some, a diagnosis of cancer evokescancer.
frightening images of unpleasant treatments andWe agreed I would think about what he had told
unwanted results. For others, it evokes a surrealme and he would come back the next day to
state of numbness, as if they are no longer aanswer my questions.
part of this world. No matter how one reactsBefore he'd arrived that day, a friend dropped a
emotionally to their diagnosis, one question andbook off for me to read. It was about surviving
one question alone emerges almost immediately.cancer treatment with the use of meditation and
"Doctor, what are my chances?"guided imagery. I had no experience with those
The desire to know the doctor's belief concerningtechniques, but was open to learning about them,
our probable fate is of overriding importance.as by now I was searching for any support in
I know. I've been there.dealing with the threat before me.
Naturally, we want to hear there's a 100% cure;I was not yet convinced by the doctor's
but most doctors can't and won't make us thatstatement concerning "scientific studies." After all,
promise. Still, the answer to the question isevery person I had ever know or heard of with
typically phased as a percentage.cancer knew what their chances were. Perhaps
Fortunately, my doctor had a better answer.he just didn't want to tell me how desperate my
One January morning in 1998, my hip seemed tosituation really was. I had practiced law for
catch as I swung my feet out of bed. The catchtwenty years and was a skeptic. Without
wasn't debilitating. In fact, I played 9 holes of golfcorroborating evidence, I did not believe.
that day. It never occurred to me the problemI turned to the book on the hospital tray for a
was anything other than a pulled muscle.needed a diversion and began to read. An entire
Yet, thirteen days later I found myself in anew world opened up.
hospital bed, recovering from exploratory surgery,I read about the mind/body connection and about
where masses of tumors had been found inmedical doctors who believed in the healing power
lymph nodes in different parts of my body. Theof hope and faith. I read success stories of people
surgeon had done nothing but sew me back up.who saw their treatments as opportunities for
The next day a new doctor, an oncologist, camesurvival, as opposed to dreaded ordeals. I read
by my hospital room, and I asked him theabout finding one's true self and true healing.
question: "What are my chances?"And as I read, a deep-seated truth emerged. A
"I prefer not to talk in those terms," he replied.diagnosis is necessary for survival. A prognosis is
He explained that statistics come from studiesnot. The question I'd asked my doctor the night
that are usually a few years old, and that mostbefore was one I didn't need answered.
could be considered outdated by the time theyI had wanted statistics. I had wanted to know the
are published. And who was to say the factorsodds. But I wasn't a statistic. None of us are. We
affecting the specific people in those studies wereare each distinctly different human beings, and our
exactly like the factors present in my case?lives can only be impacted by statistics if we allow
I listened, but I wasn't sure I believed. I hadourselves to believe we are controlled by what
always heard people talk of survival in terms ofmay have happened to others.
chances, but I remained quiet as he continued.Through the wisdom of my doctor and the
He said my situation was serious. The tumorsthoughtfulness of a friend with a book, my
were fused against vital arteries and attemptingunderstanding of my destiny had been reshaped.
to remove them was risky as I might be lost onGod made each of us as individuals, with the
the operating table. We needed to beginability to have individual futures that are unique. If
treatment the following Monday (this was Friday).a diagnosis of cancer or some other life
We would mount an aggressive counterattack onthreatening event is thrust upon, we are not
these renegade cells with high poweredbound to despair.
chemotherapy and we would be working with oneWe have the God's permission to help shape our
of the best radiologists around.future, and the most destructive thing we can do
I was scared. I didn't want to think about theis believe otherwise.
treatment. I just wanted him to get rid of theCopyright © 2005 Alpha Ward-Burns.