I hate the statistic thing. I remember when my husband was diagnosed, the first question he asked was what are my chances. The ENT told him that he had about 80% survival.

My first thought was DAMN that is great! Something really positive to hold onto. But that feeling dwindled as I was exposed to his reaction. He basically is convinced that there is the 20% and someone has to be part of that and it will be him.

It didn't help that he was diagnosed clinically depressed shortly before his cancer was found. He has harped on the statistics and he makes me wish everyday that they didn't exist.

He then asked the doc what the over all life expectancy was. The doc spit out some numbers about how many years he can expect to be taken off of his life and that his normal life expectancy was 78 and etc.etc. By the time he finished it was easy to calculate that he was essentially giving him less than 15 years after he beats the cancer. I cringed and bit my tongue as he was saying these things to this person who did not need to hear it.

I hold onto the hope that he will be fine and that he will beat this thing. I just wish he could let him self feel the same.

Cindy