Mike, I know there's lots of different kinds of cancer, so maybe no comparison, but when I was going to the Traffic Institute at Northwestern University for the 1971-72 school year, we had a Canadian Mounty (sub-inspector; equivalent to our lieutenant rank) in the class, and when he was diagnosed with cancer, he checked with his department to see if they wanted him to return to Canada for treatment, and they left it up to him, if he thought he could make it through the school. I don't recall how long he was in the hospital, but some of his classmates, including yours truly, went to the hospital, and later to his apartment, every day to help him keep up with the lessons. Man, that radiation made him look like he'd been cooked. But he made it through the school, recovered from the cancer, and was doing well the last time I heard from him, many years later. So as the old sayings go, there is no doubt it's a tough row to hoe, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
