When statistics don’t matter. When the standard deviations, Kaplein Mayer curves, progression-free survival, means, medians and modes, don’t differentiate and don’t mean a thing. When the simple feeling, the desire and yearning to “feel better” is all that really matters. Side effects, symptoms and consequences are not a concern. When what matters is being able to get up and have some fun again, care-free fun. There’s a time and a place for statistics, but then there’s a time to put them away and get on with life.
There’s something in a child’s response that we can all learn from, things that children do, but as adults we sometimes think we can’t do anymore, like crying when it hurts and reaching out for a cuddle when it’s needed. Children don’t “do” stiff-upper-lips, or bucking-up, until they become adults, or are taught to by adults. Children take what comes, they trust, they tell it as it is, they are honest, they ask great questions, and they never have to rush off.
Isn’t it time to be a bit more childish?
P.S. Apologies to all Statisticians.
Vicky Galbraith April 2011