One of the blogs I read daily is The Field Lab. Basically, a guy in Texas moved to the middle of the desert and lives his life the way he likes…flying drones, building stuff, and doing life on his terms. (Basically, a more theistic version of Joel over at TUAK.)
Right up until a tumor shows up in his pancreas. As you know, a pancreatic cancer diagnosis is pretty much a one way trip to the forever box. This guy, in less than a month, has gone from “Waitasec Doc, youre telling me….” to checking in to hospice. It happens that fast apparently.
While I am all for doing whatever it takes to preserve my comfort and life in a world that shows ironclad disregard for both, I am very cognizant that, eventually, the music stops. Its easy to forget that, but sometimes stories like this remind us to memento mori.
:::shrug::: Can’t fight it…sooner or later, you gonna dance wit da reaper.
I had planned on mentioning this last week, but I got sidetracked: don’t get so focused on the future (and preparing against it) that you don’t enjoy the moments in the present. Walking through the snow at night, watching stars twinkle, enjoying every sandwich, etc. The day will come when you won’t have the chance to do those things again, so appreciate them when you can.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled apocalypse…….
Sound wisdom
Both my brother and dad died of pancreatic cancer. The survival rate at a year is 2%. My brother was able to fight it, but the cancer metastasized to his lungs and he died five years after the original diagnosis. My dad was gone in a month.
…Am I the only one who’s noticing that a lot of people are dying of pancreatic cancer?…
…Something’s in the water…
I suspect that it is like prostate cancer: the incidents of of it are not increasing, but rather we are detecting it earlier and more often than we used to due to changes in screening protocols and testing technologies.
Cancer rates are exploding in those who took the jab.
I have no personal experience with this, but found it when we had a canine cancer scare at our house. Dr. Paul Marik was a world renowned physician until he didn’t agree with the WHO on Covid. Just a thought.
https://covid19criticalcare.com/reviews-and-monographs/cancer-care/
https://mycancerstory.rocks/the-blog/
https://www.fenbendazole.org/?fbclid=IwAR1nHGfb0odKQOTepnA5spciIWRF1eaI0uLsRZw58wVHkWCQhllMLqN2wOE
https://prairiedoghall.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Effects-of-Fenbendazole-on-Cancer.pdf
https://prairiedoghall.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Effects_of_fenbendazole_and_vitamin_E_succinate_on.pdf
really helpful information. been fighting over 10years, enzymes, etc.. getting tired and seem to be losing ground, but hopeful this can add a few more years.
Being an ER nurse, and before that a paramedic, most of my adult life has been spent dealing with mortality. When my father died 18 years ago, and again when my mother died three weeks ago, I was forced to look at my own approaching mortality with much more clarity. I know that both deaths caught me by surprise.
We all know that our time is coming, but somehow you always think that it is a distant future.
Pancreatic cancer rarely shows up before it’s Stage IV.
(The early detection for Ruth Vader Ginsburg was a cruel trick of an uncaring universe.)
Stage V is called Forest Lawn.
Smell the roses. Hug your loved ones. Have another slice of pie.
Nobody gets out of here alive.
There’s a saying that goes something like, “If you die first, we’re splitting up your stuff.”
I used to frequent the alt.survival usenet board before it, like misc.survivalism before it, degenerated into an unbearable mess. There were two notable characters from that time, Christopher A. Young (who went by Stormin Mormon) and someone known as DeepDudu, who was a raging liberal but was still into the prepper mindset. Stormin Mormon was known to live in New York and was an A/C repairman. He was prolific on the board and often stated that he didn’t own any firearms. It was discovered that, while working on an A/C unit on the roof of a local Walmart in the hot June sun, he suffered a heart attack and was not discovered until days later when an employee noticed his truck unmoved in the parking lot.
DeepDudu stopped posting for a time and it was discovered that he too had perished from some unknown cause. Someone posted a link to his obituary.
So, unless you have a family that’s onboard with your prepping/survivalism mind frame, who gets to divvy up your shit when you depart the terrestrial plane?
If youre dead, do you really care? And if you do really care, you’ll have sussed it out long beforehand. I’ve enough like-minded friends that I have no doubt my stuff will go to the right places and the right people.
That is a downer. He seemed like an interesting guy and did a lot of stuff most people just dream about. I hope the decline is quick and painless.
Coming more from the bang bang self defense crowd an acquaintance said something pretty profound (no paraphrase). “Build a life worth protecting.” The core point is that self defense (and/ or survivalism) aren’t the main thing. They are a thing we do to protect the main thing.
So settle the argument, tell people you love them. Eat the cake.
I have a type of cancer but I’m lucky the prognosis is decent- no cure but at some point in the future it will ultimately win. Until then I prep like normal but now I think about doing things that will benefit my family once I’m gone. Way things are going SHTF will happen well before I’m pushing up daisies
I’ve had friends that had cancers of the slow-moving variety…the kind where they’d probably kick from old age before the cancer got bad enough to do it for them.