People say cancer can teach us what's important in life and change our focus or direction. F*** that! Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but it still sucks.
My grandma, Anne, her sister, Libby, and my mom all had breast cancer and survived it. My mom finally succumbed to lung cancer in 2003. My grandma lived to 90, and died of old age, and Libby just turned 98! A friend's spouse beat the 1% odds of survival. So I know cancer doesn't take every person it hits.
As I'm writing this, I hear my anger and frustration. I hate for people to suffer. And they do. The patients suffer, along with their caregivers, and loved ones.
Cancer is this greedy, invisible, invading scourge. Ugh.
AND, I mostly see in people that have cancer and those who are caring for them: grace, a "Let's take care of this" attitude, an occasional snit, strength and fortitude.
Love well, live well, and get check-ups.
Gotta go, I need to schedule my annual mammogram.