Cheating death

In my life so far I have died twice. Once by a sniper on the arm, in a loveable country called Somalia. The other time by a stupid act I would rather not mention. This last week I found out I may have cheated death yet again. I had these cancerous clusters in my head. I avoided seeing a doctor because I thought it was just an allergy reaction, but I found myself losing track of time and thoughts. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want their pity nor did I want others to be worried. My VA doctor thinks it may have to do with the water and sand I got splashed with, while washing Hummers after the 1st gulf war. Whatever reason, I don't think that was the only reason I have one aunt and an uncle dead of cancer. Another aunt fighting colon cancer. So I don't know if that was a cause. Docs tried a new drug that has been having some mixed results with my problem, it seems I may be one of the lucky ones. All but one, the bigger of the 3, have steadily decreased in size. The last one is decreasing but at a slower rate. So far I have no seisures or permanate damage. My memory is a little shaky and I still lose track of things but that seems to be the least of my worries. Although for some reason I seem to hum the tune to a patsy cline song I don't recall knowing. I don't want to live forever but I want to live for me.