After 50 years, I have cancer

Fifty years later, at the age of 79, I unfortunately developed cancer.

It was as if my partner and children were not overly nervous, but just told me lightly, "Old Wang, you have cancer."

I glanced out the window, thoughtful, and asked, "What next?"

"What else can we do, go to the hospital to find a doctor," said my partner, a little impatient, but also helped me find out all kinds of procedures to go to the hospital.

Indeed, this is 2070, and cancer is no longer a big deal. Cancer is no longer treated by traditional surgery, which was abandoned 20 years ago. Thanks to the concerted efforts of biomolecular and imaging experts around the world, even lesions smaller than 5mm can now be detected as clearly as a clown exposed to the limelight.

Moreover, the state has joined hands with commercial insurance companies to integrate healthcare and resources, so that as long as a person has paid for social security for more than 15 years and has taken out commercial insurance up to a certain amount, the state can provide free cancer screenings every year for people over the age of 70, which can virtually nip cancer in the bud at an early stage.

In addition, the treatment of cancer has shifted from traditional surgery and radiotherapy to high-precision targeted therapies, which are less invasive and can benefit elderly people with poor cardiopulmonary function as well as patients with poorly located tumors. At the same time, the efficacy is also much better than the traditional treatment, it can reach the lesion without harming the surrounding normal tissues, which almost pushes the treatment of cancer to the most ideal realm. The progress of medical technology has brought about targeted therapy with breadth, which means that a targeted drug can be effective for more types of cancers.

So, I came to the hospital accompanied by my family, and the doctor did further examination for me. The primary lesion was very small, only less than 3mm, which was called nodule 50 years ago, without metastasis, and all the indexes were normal. So the doctor gave me a targeted drug, let me eat for a month, and then come back to review can be.

By the way, the doctor also gave me a genetic test, because the most important reason for the occurrence of cancer is genetic mutation, the purpose of the genetic test is to see the patient which gene has mutated, 50 years ago, it is more for the gene mutation and the symptomatic medicine, but today the doctor can give me the use of gene repair drugs, to solve the problem of the recurrence of the root cause.

So a small pill of gene repair along with the targeted drug was taken by me, and it was as if there was a warm current surging through my body, and I felt like drinking a bowl of fish soup in winter. In my memory, taking targeted drugs seems to lose hair, even though I am 79 years old, I still care more about my image, go out or to make their own hair style, eat a month, my hair is still as usual, no more, no less.

The doctor said that I was well enough to go back to square dancing and sending my grandchildren to school like a normal person.

I smiled and said, "I'm not good at dancing in my life, so I developed the habit of running when I was in my 20s, and this insistence is almost 50 years, and now I can't run any more, but I still insist on brisk walking, so maybe it's the most correct thing to insist on in this life."

A month of cancer treatment is like experiencing the rainy season in the four seasons, slightly uncomfortable, but the past is over. My grandson still stays by my side, looking forward to me telling him more stories to listen to, and after a lifetime of training, that may be all I have left in my old age.

I naturally think back to that year, and wonder if my grandfather would have been a little better off if such medical technology had been available 50 years ago. I vaguely remember that every time I saw him that year, he just held my hand and said that my wrist was as thin as his. I seem to have looked up so many ways and begged many doctors, but nothing was too good. The disease tortured his body and my heart.

Under the warm sun, I looked at my grandson lying beside me and said, "Brat, you are really happier than grandpa, because grandpa can stay with you for a long, long time again ......"