Those Sneaky Ninjas

This wasn't supposed to happen. I followed the plan: I exercised, kept in shape, didn't drink, didn't smoke, ate healthy (hell, I went vegetarian for almost a 10 year period in my 30's, and to this day I probably have no more than one small serving of red meat a year), meditated, did yoga, lifted weights, didn't do drugs, yada, yada, yada.

And yet, still, the cancer found me. Apparently it stalked me silently, ninja-like, profiting on my laziness with getting a physical, content as I was in the knowledge that my lifestyle required no validation from any medical professional that I was the picture of health. It grew, again silently, stealthily, with not a single overt symptom to indicate that there was now a ticking time bomb deep within my temple, the machine I call my body. Those crafty little cancer ninjas.