My Cancer

 

My genetic cancer chases me incessantly 

Von Hippel–Lindau (VHL) has no outward manifestation only detected upon periodic screening/imaging, 

Suffering from a case of restless cancer syndrome

But I am not alone

Thousands of people may be suffering from this syndrome without knowing 

People, can't live like that

Wherever the wind starts blowing

Where there's river overflowing

When each time the medical man claims his price

It's rude and more often than not nice

Not when he failed in his line

MRI and pain is the same, doctor is sleeping on the job sign

Not when there's a constantly recurring off-beat fatal ailment.

The professional beguilement

Cancer is essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible.

Mutation is the key to our evolution.

 It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species of the planet. 

Fighting the strange enchantment

The process is slow normally taking 1000 And 1000 of years. 

For 38 long years

And old homes scenes of my childhood

A fond memory appears.

But every few hundred millennia evolution leaps forward

Facing the mutation drives outwards

Urges me to go onwards

It is hard to look at the tumor and not come away with the feeling that one has encountered a powerful monster in its infancy

In the folklore of science, there is the often-told story 

Of the moment of discovery: 

The quickening of the pulse, the spectral luminosity

 But there is another moment of discovery—

Its converse—

that is recorded rarely: 

The discovery of failure. 

It is a moment that a scientist often encounters alone. 

A patient’s CT scan shows a relapsed neuroendocrine cancer.. 

Or negligence caused the cancer to metastasize

A cell once killed by a drug begins to grow back.

 A patient returns to the doctor with a headache after cyberknife of trigeminal nerve.

It is not in things it's in us

All memory is porous

No one pays me any mind

When medicine is socialized, when you have true universal health care, when everyone's treatment is the same regardless of age and socioeconomic station,

We  go along with that perceived injustice, 

it's just not just in the equation in the country 

Nothing doing inadequate and volatile knowledge

She said all Bengalis have stomach protruding upsetting stomach

I was so sick to my stomach

After every meal I run to the loo

Clutching my stomach like a kangaroo

Saw me through the most physically intense ordeal of my life

Stale relentless kind of quippiness

The world has no place for immortals

Ignorance leads to peoples death of sickness 

Deflecting any emotion with repartee

With my mysterious sickness I don't treat diagnosis by medical men as Gospels

They become vaingloriously hostile

After completing their medical degrees

 Do they plunge into the world of unique diseases, 

Keep themselves updated, 

What have I done, why am I hated?

Keep track of all those maladies?

Their misconceptions mistook for realities

The melancholia of the medical lore 

And fac'd grim Danger's loudest roar,

Because I possess possess full knowledge of those things or just a hunch what is right and what is wrong

I am brave and valiant, my knowledge is sharp and I want to finish strong.

Neuroendocrine tumours (NETs) are rare tumours that start in neuroendocrine cells. 

The neuroendocrine system is made up of nerves and gland cells.

 It makes hormones and releases them into the bloodstream my research tells

require urgent aggressive chemotherapy

survival in metastatic disease or recurrence after curative surgery.

All NETs are malignant (cancer) by definition. 

Some NETs are diagnosed early and you might be able to have treatment to cure it.