I was not trying to go after your wife, for the record. Her infirmity was/is absolutely genuine.
AJ is the only case I was concerned with, since the article (such as it is) brought her up.
No offense taken at all. I was just making he point that my wife is so far grounded in reality that she makes the much lauded farce of AJ and her merry band of sycophants struggle to collectively match the brain power of an amoeba.
Maybe you missed the point that celebrities and what they do matter not at all to me and to those who they do, they just might be a redneck. The implication was in the feign of a new line for a Jeff Foxworthy routine.
I have found the best way to get under a liberal’s or pointy headed intellectual’s skin is to make fun of then and just laugh in their face without even trying to discuss it with them. They are incapable of even wanting to learn the truth much less capable of recognizing it so why bother? Just relegate them to their own reality demise and be glad that you didn’t get any on you.
I don’t know what I would do in AJ’s situation, but I’d seriously consider all options.
In my own situation, I chose to get adjuvant chemotherapy, though it was considered optional since they had removed all the known cancer when they took the lung. Chemo is pretty rough, and offers lifetime side effects. I’m pretty sure a double mastectomy would have been easier on my body.
I took the chemo, not to eliminate any known cancer, but to reduce the chances of the cancer returning. They didn’t tell me how much it would reduce the chances, and I didn’t ask. If it reduced the chances at all, it was worth it.
When I was researching options for treatment, one option offered would have allowed me to keep the lung. I chose the treatment that offered the best chance of survival, which meant removing the lung. I chose to give up the lung, to improve my odds. I think I would probably use the same reasoning if it involved breasts instead of lungs. Given the option, I’d much rather give up both breasts and keep both lungs, but that’s not how it works.
It’s one thing to speculate on what you would do, it’s quite another to face the fact that you are going to die soon, and then after you’ve come to terms with that, you’re offered a chance live longer. It has a profound effect on what you think is important, and what you can live without.
What wouldn’t I sacrifice for a longer life? Important things, like family and faith. I’ve sacrificed trivial things like a lung, waist-length red hair, a heart that beats every time it’s supposed to, a rib cage that doesn’t collapse when I turn the wrong way, teeth that don’t hurt when I mix hot and cold foods, a digestive system that doesn’t make me carry a mental map of restrooms everywhere I go, the ability to go more than ten hours without a nap, and the list goes on. I still have my breasts, and they still look pretty good if I do say so myself, but I could live without them. Breasts are nice, but they just aren’t worth dying for, no matter how pretty they are.