Do I have to post about cancer?

Who knows if anyone is still reading this.  I'm perfectly fine these days, so who wants to read about that.  What I started as a way to easily get the word out about how I was doing during treatments became a way for me to express myself, calm myself down, and help me make it through a rough time.  After all of that was over and things have been going well, it seems like the only time I post is to give a health-related update.  I definitely have one of those to give today, but I'm wondering if that's all I have to give...  Should I really be limiting this blog for health/cancer-related issues?  It's called "here we go again".  It's about my second battle with cancer.  I regret not blogging more, but I just don't feel it appropriate at times.  Another reason for this blog was to be something that other cancer patients could find on a Google search to give them a first hand account of the disease.  I don't know how much I want to muddy the waters with other topics.  I think I will continue on this trend of only posting about my disease, but just beware, that means the updates should theoretically get fewer and farther between. 

Alright... so that being said, cancer sucks. A lot.  It doesn't matter what age or what type. Cancer sucks.  February 15th marked one year since the end of my radiation treatments.  It also marked day one of radiation treatments for my Grandma.  My Grandma is a 10+ year breast cancer survivor.  We shared a special bond.  We were both cancer survivors.  A few weeks ago my Grandma tried to outdo me.  She has been dealing with unexplained bleeding for over a year.  Every time she would have a flair up, she would be sent to a urologist who would look at her and say she was fine.  I know I had asked before how they knew it was a urologist and not a gyneocologist she needed to see, and the response was always something like "well, the blood is in her urine sample."  Uh-huh... and???? *sigh*  Well, a few weeks ago, she was bleeding so bad she had to be taken to the ER and which point the ER doc said "Well... she has a large tumor on her uterus.  It's probably cancer."  WTF???  How did no one think to look there for the past year?  Over the next week or so doctors kept trying to do biopsies to confirm the diagnosis, but my Grandma kept bleeding too much.  They decided to run a CT scan instead.  Not only was there a large tumor on her uterus, but also smaller ones on her ovaries and lungs.  At this point my Grandma had to make a choice.  She's 87 and probably wouldn't survive a surgery, not even to get a biopsy.  She ended up oping for low-level radiation for "presumed cancer".  This radiation treatment is not even curative, it's just supposed to stop the bleeding.  Logically, I get it.  She's 87.  She probably wouldn't survive surgery or chemo or high levels of radiation.  Even if she did, it would ruin her quality of life for the next few years.  The doctors just want to shrink it enough to stop the bleeding and the pain and give her the best possible outcome for the next few years.  But still.... she's my Grandma.  I'm upset they didn't find this earlier.  I'm upset that they can't do more for her.  I'm upset that there hasn't been enough advancements in cancer treatments to be able to cure her without killing her.

I'm thinking about you, Grandma.  I hope that this radiation treatment does give you quality of life for many years to come.  You have the strength to get through this.  I know, because I inherited it from you.