I. Let me tell you, if you are trying this hard-core boozing thing. Drinking liquor all of the time is just a chicken-shit way to commit suicide. I tried it. Life's too hard and you can't pull the trigger? Be an alcoholic. Wrong, I tried it. It takes too long. I tried for twenty years or so, then gave up. It's not just cowardly but it turns painful. Takes a long time and disintegrates your insides. So finally I got cancer (long after I gave up on trying to die and straightened up too late). Cumulative damage from the 20 years caught up to me. The "Big C" got more painful than life. There were ten years of gut aches until they found it in my case. I had thought I'd just binge, pass out, and die. Easy stuff, didn't work. And cancer surgery hurts more than your worst hangover. "Hair of the dog" won't help the pain if a surgeon takes a machete to you. Boozing to death, turns out it's not so smart.
II. Let me tell you, the thing about cancer is it's the same as any other entity. It just wants to live. So it's going to try to kill me. I'm going to try to kill the cancer, I've enumerated the ways previously. The thing about cancer is though, if it lives well it dies. No host, no life for cancer. Cancer's got it wrong, turns out it's not so smart.
NOTE: The author is not promoting any kind of self annihilation and is completely anti-suicide, and believes that life is a gift never to be thrown away. The author believes that we are born to suffer-accept it and deal with it positively. The author is relating his own experiences, and his attempt at liquor related suicide was subconscious and not undertaken overtly. Like any young "party-boy" he didn't realize the self-destruction he was doing.
P.S. I'm fond of saying I got what I deserved. My wife say's that's counterproductive. No one deserves cancer! Then why do so many of us get it? Anyway, I drank the poison didn't I?
P.P.S On a positive note, an exciting new concept is being kicked around by several entities. One, in Canada says it might lead to a breakthrough in cancer therapy (dare we think cure?). This outfit has the support of one of our gazillionaires. Sorry, it doesn't trade on the stock markets. "Magnetized target fusion" is the name of the thing. No more chemo or radiation therapy poison? That would be a big boo-hoo.
