Post B # 3

Lance goes to a hospital in Indiana, that can supposedly cure his cancer while still preserving his lungs. On page 105, Dr. Craig Nichols tells Lance's mother, "We don't want his lungs to be affected," while talking about how they are still going to abolish the cancer in his body. Most cancer treatments involve a chemical called bleomycin. If Lance took bleomycin, his lungs would be damaged to the point where he couldn't race anymore.
This will sound weird, but I compared his healing from cancer to the time I broke my ankle last winter. I know that my situation was nowhere near half as bad as his, but for some reason, I remembered it. The four weeks that I had to use crutches were the loneliest four weeks of my life. Everyone was supportive, and carried my stuff when I needed it, but I felt weak. I felt like my foot would sink into the ground every time I accidentally put it down. If felt sharp pains shoot up my leg every time I was bumped by someone. And then there were the idiots who would say, "Hey Daniel, would it hurt if I kicked your foot?" No, go ahead, I'm just using these crutches for fun! There were a few times in the last two weeks of my healing period (six weeks total) when I played for the whole soccer practice, then later found out that it was too much for my ankle to handle. Making decisions like those delayed my healing for two weeks.
Now imagine all of that, except it's not a broken ankle. It's cancer. The death threat is real, and if you overexert yourself, you may faint. Walking two miles feels like a marathon, and biking up a small 20 foot hill can make you pass out. The fear of the cancer turning back to take your life grips you most of your every day. That's what it was like for Lance. Cancer is hell.