The C-word. Cancer. It seems to be everywhere lately.
Someone very dear to me had surgery this week for breast cancer and I'm all out of sorts over it. If it's messing with my head this much, I can't even imagine how see is dealing with the stress and mental anguish of being the patient, let along coping with the physical assault on her body in the name of trying to get well.
I also recently learned that another dear friend has been undergoing treatment for prostate cancer. And another friend's spouse has been dealing with the same disease.
This seems like a time when I should have something profound and meaningful to say. But I'm just numb. I don't know anything appropriate to say to them or those close to them. I want them to be better. To feel better. And selfishly I want to know that they will be around for a long, long time for myself and those I care about who care about them.
My thoughts are also inevitably drawn to the cancers survivors -- and those who lost their fights -- among friends, family, former colleagues. I am reminded of their strength and spirit and appreciation for life.
Get better my friends. Some great people have blazed the trail you now tread.
