Yeah. I haven't seen the worst that cancer can do (by a long shot), but 3 1/2 months on my back in a hospital bed, unable even to use the toilet or even wipe myself for most of that time, and being transferred from bed to stretcher like a sack of potatoes, gave me a small taste of what life's *actually* like if you let cancer progress.

Fortunately for me, thanks to a very skilled surgical team and world-class oncologists here in Ontario, I'm getting a second chance to walk, garden, bicycle, play classical guitar, go on trips, and generally live my life. I didn't know I had cancer until I could barely walk; anyone who thinks they'll just wait and let it happen is either expecting to die soon (e.g. elderly or serious co-morbidities) and ready to end their life in hospice — which is an entirely-reasonable choice in that situation — or really doesn't understand what "it" is.

(Note again that I'm not talking about Active Surveillance, which *is* a very common early cancer treatment; I'm talking about just closing your eyes and pretending it will go away.)