I've been holding my breath about posting this one. I've been a vegetarian my whole life, and I'm vegan now (except for honey). Add to that a gluten sensitivity and I'm a nightmare for anybody else to feed. I have been against animal testing as long as I can remember. I love animals, and I don't think that my life is any more valuable than theirs.
Or do I? Because now that I am part of a clinical trial, I am grateful that the investigational drug I'm taking was tested in vivo before being tested on me. And since I'm in a stage 2 trial, I'm grateful to the women (and maybe men) who were part of the dose escalation phase. It makes me feel a little less freaked out about being a test subject. A so-called human guinea pig.
Being honest with myself can be really uncomfortable. Cancer is revealing my deepest, darkest hypocrisies while it shows me just how selfish I am. In my desperation to live, I find that I can, indeed, accept some collateral damage in the war under my skin.