The Parable of the Cancer Patient and the Doctor

This parable is fictional which took place in a fictional hospital with fictional characters in my head. I just had to write it down!

Suppose a patient arrives in a hospital because of a swelling in a certain part of his body. The abnormal growth causes great discomfort to him. Upon diagnosed by the doctor, his worst fear is confirmed, "You've got cancer!". 

Now, this doctor is world-renowned for his great works and research in the industry. His consultation and expertise are much sought after by clients around the world. He wrote quite a number of best-sellers on various health subjects. He is so good in his field that his opinion and wisdom are never challenged by his peers or the public.

Now, the patient is shocked upon hearing the dreaded C word, it's like a death sentence given to him. He is desperate to make things right but doesn't know what to do next. He asks the doctor on how to get the cancer cells out of his body, or eliminate them entirely. 

Cool as he always is, the doctor advices the patient that there is no need to be alarmed. Since the unwelcomed cancer cells are already there in his body, and their presence and effects unavoidable, he may as well make his life as comfortable as possible. Let them (cancer cells) live together in harmony with his remaining healthy cells in his body. The doctor is sure the "bad" cells are not uncontrollable, and therefore, drastic measures are not needed. Not yet anyway. Let's not be hasty he says, while giving his patient some mild medication and a set of procedures of "new exercises" to do regularly. If it ever comes down to the point of uncontrollable, he'll come up with tougher, tighter procedures and disciplines for the patient's body to get used to.

The patient thinks the doctor obviously know what he is talking about. After all he is the No.1 expert, without question.


Don't you think this is such a happy story? Awaiting for its inevitable fantasy-like "live happily ever after" ending? You think?