My best friend of 42 years is having a lumpectomy on Monday. And she is going to require some radiation. Some might say she's lucky. I'm not so sure I'd consider it luck, but I am eternally grateful that they caught it early enough and that she's not going to have to endure what so many other victims of the "C" word have.
When I found out about her diagnosis I fell apart. How could this be? We were no longer talking about some one's mother or aunt or older sister. It was one of us. But, cancer is not selective.
It is EVERYWHERE! Personally I'd like to make it through 1 day without hearing of another person that I know who has been diagnosed with this stupid disease. A good friend from college lost her husband this past year to a very rare cancer. I can't even begin to imagine this. I did not know him at all, but from an outside perspective they seemed to be the real deal. They were genuinely happy and in love with a beautiful family and their whole lives ahead of them. This planet is consumed with miserable people who would just assume not be here. Why not them? I know it's a morbid thing to say but I'm guessing I'm not the only person out there who thinks this.
I try to find as much humor in life as I possibly can. But cancer has me stumped. It's hard to laugh when it hits so close to home.
So, this one's in honor of you today, Poochie. I love you. And, I am so happy that you get to keep your boobies!