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  • David Foster (shown here with his friend Gracie) is National Strategic Advisor for Morris Communications, and has been a leader within the independent magazine community for years. In April 2005, Dave was diagnosed with Advanced Renal Cell Carcinoma, Stage 4, the sixth deadliest cancer, behind lung, liver, and breast. In emails to his ‘wellness group’ of friends and colleagues, Dave began chronicling his battle with the disease. In this blog, Dave Foster continues to “kick cancer’s arse”, sharing his story with a wider audience.

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July 25, 2007

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Just when I start to feel good and try to move like I did before being diagnosed my body will send out a little twinge of pain to remind me that I should take it a little slow, and that is [after] being told I look good.

It is funny that you should mention this phenomenon. I find that people I know will tell me how good I look, and I now have a standard reply:

"You know, pancreatic cancer must be one of the best things to ever happen to me."

Oh, why is that?

"Well, because people used to pretty much ignore me, and now they tell me how good I look"

Cheers!

Marty

Usually this question is posed to me when I go to church or an event. I even have close friends that call often and want to know how I'm really doing. Well actually I haven't been myself since my diagx. But I really don't want to talk about it all the time. Nor do I want to bore anyone with all the complex details involved with the mind, body and soul. Most times when I go out I am relatively OK. I am so grateful on the days that I feel OK, that I don't want to be reminded about how I really feel. I like to come to this blog and almost always read an articulate post that nails how I really feel, from a Warrior who knows, and is living it everyday.

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