The same thing applies to radiation therapy in certain cases of cancer, as well as chemotherapy, both of which are DNA toxic, more so in a fragile genetic environment. Clearly, the biggest baddest shark is the cancer that you are currently facing. However, you don't want to throw chum in the water if you can help it...attracting even more, creating a shark party, with a well stocked bar and snacks.
When there are suspicions, PET scans or CT scans can determine if a cancer has returned, or if new one is developing. They each carry a pretty good wallop of radiation. The value of the information gleaned from these tests must be carefully weighed against the risk of exposure. The kicker with LFS, is that our suspicion of cancer is higher, as well as the damaging effect of radiation exposure, which is unavoidable for a timely diagnosis. Sigh...
We just play in a higher stakes game, it would seem.
For the Ramers, of late, it has been bewilderingly difficult to identify the number of sharks lurking, and their location relative to our little boat. There have been several sharks, and we have dumped some chum into the ocean. I would like to put a little distance between us and that spill, if you know what I mean.
I am happy to report that the latest dark shadow that we saw as we peered over the edge of our skiff was no shark. Not that I am looking to keep score, or taunt the cancer gods by noticing, but Brent has won the last two rounds, Leukemia and Lymphoma have been gratefully averted, although not without needles and knives. ('It is not a problem until it is biopsy confirmed problem' was the mantra that got me through this last week of cancering)
Our little boat has no motor, no oars. We can only drift away from the spill and hope that the sharks don't follow.
It will just take time.