Since I was starting to wonder about the condition of the tumor and the surrounding flesh as several days of the treatment have passed, I wanted to know if it would be OK to give my leg a workout (along with the rest of my body). This started a discussion with my strappers who assured me it would fine to ride my bicycle and probably a good thing as, 'Oxygen effects the radiosensitivity of tumors. Hypoxia has been shown to drive malignant progression'.
This means a tumor thrives when its being starved of oxygen and diminishes when exposed. The idea promotes the sense that tumors like everything bad for us and hate everything that good for us. I developed a deep appreciation of Shiraz recently which came out of nowhere and is strange because it makes me bite my nails. I picked up a brochure today at Peter Mac that suggested removing alcohol from the diet would be a good thing. Could it be this gravitation toward Shiraz is the call of the Tumor seducing me into a condition where it can thrive. If that is even slightly true then I will as my brother encourages, "Meditate it the fuck out". It reminds me of a poem I once wrote and will post soon.
I have Googled Oxygenation and Radiology as the strappers advised and true enough, oxygen and radiology give cancer a hiding to nothing. The scientific literature is somewhat more verbose but reading between the lines, Shiraz is an elixer for which my appreciation has soured.
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