Marathon-Man   I was really angry when I found out I had breast cancer.  I was scared to death when I found out I would have to undergo a year of chemo, and radiation, and hormone therapy for 5+ years.  But what really ticked me off was being told that, before it all started, I had to go to the dentist and have my teeth cleaned.  Come on! Isn’t cancer fun enough?  Like a lot of people, I’m a dental-phobe.  But in my case, I can only go if I’m completely sedated.  Luckily I found a dentist who prescribed a great cocktail of valium, halcion and something else I’d never heard of. I took it an hour before my appointment and I guess it worked because I don’t remember a thing.  My pearly whites are plaque free.  Now, if I could only take the same cocktail and wake up in six months – after chemo. That would be a good trick.  Instead, its going to be a marathon.