I’ve been called many names in my lifetime. And I have heard a multitude of bad words. But there is no word that terrifies, angers or saddens me more than CANCER.
The conversation always starts the same. My dad calls and asks, “Where are you now…is someone there with you?” That’s the code for “I’m about to tell you some crushing news…I need to make sure you’re not alone.”
My dad, is a cancer survivor. He thankfully caught prostate cancer just in time.
My uncle has pancreatic cancer. I can barely type that sentence out without crying. I know the statistics. I know the prognosis. It makes me want to throw up. It makes me want to scream. It makes me want to hit something…and hit it hard.
Today the cancer conversation continued. I got a text from one of my closest friends. I thought it was going to be her reaction to last night’s Real Housewives episode. Instead it read, “My dad has bone cancer.”
I believe in God. I believe in the angels and saints. But I also know about cancer. I know what it does. And I know cancer works quickly.
I know that for some reason we can put a man on the moon…we can build nuclear warfare…we can develop brilliant vaccines that protect us against horrible diseases…but we cannot cure cancer. It makes no sense to me.
I know that in one-split second, our lives change. One diagnosis changes everything. Life seems to stop. I wonder how everything will change…how people will change once the cancer runs its course.
How will anything be the same when our loved ones are ripped from us?