Cancer Schmancer

On Friday I finished reading Fran Drescher's book "Cancer Schmancer" (taking a little break from football). What a terrible year she had! First a divorce from her husband/high school sweetheart, Peter. Then she finds out she has cancer and has to have a radical hysterectomy. Then her beloved dog of 19 years, Chester, dies. I think after a year like that I would have curled up in a little ball and died, but Fran bravely marches on. The really horrible, shocking thing is that it took 2 years and 9 doctors to diagnose her cancer. That's right 9 different doctors before she found one who almost by accident stumbled upon the right answer. Now, look, I know being a doctor is tough. I know you get a lot of hypochondriacs in there who think every symptom is a sign of a terminal disease. But they should listen to people more. We know our own bodies. We know when something isn't right. We should be taken more seriously. It's sad...imagine if she had listened to doctors 1-8 that it was nothing. She would probably be dead right now. What a scary thought.