Cancer Sucks…
Posted on | March 2, 2010 | Comments Off
She sat quietly thinking how disgusting it was that she could even complain about a single thing in her life. She’d just gotten the news that a beloved family member was now in stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Though she knew from the initial diagnosis that this was not a cancer one “beat”, it still hit her hard to see that word and that number together…stage 4. The beginning of the end. Another person in her life who played a significantly important roll was also battling cancer. And here she was playing with her misery rubber band balls. That almost sounded perverse. The world was perverse. The whole idea of cancer was perverse. These damn cells invading the body and taking over like an alien life form. Now there’s a thought. She often wondered if all the diseases in the world weren’t just another one of Mother Nature’s ways of ridding the world of excess population. We weren’t supposed to live so long. We are educating ourselves so we don’t do as many stupid things to kill ourselves. We know better than to mate within our gene pools. Well, usually.
She wondered what her fate would be? Would she be fighting cancer one day as well? Or would she die in some violent accident? Would she be like that corpse on the side of the highway, covered in the yellow tarp except for an arm sticking out. She wondered how many vehicles driving by that morning noticed the arm. How disrespectful. Would someone erect a roadside memorial? Her thoughts were getting far too morbid. Her death shouldn’t be on her mind, once again she was thinking of herself. She should be hoping for mercy for those close to her…hell, for everyone out there fighting to live.
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