Billy’s mom died last Thursday. It wasn’t very long ago that she was diagnosed with cancer, but they had time to start making plans. She died much sooner than expected. The whole family was planning to get together while she was still able to enjoy them. That was supposed to be this week. I haven’t talked to him yet, but I hear that Billy flew to Texas just in time, and was able to be with her in her final moments.
The same day that I found out that Billy’s mom and her doctors had decided that chemo was not an appropriate option for her, my Aunt Diane was diagnosed as terminal. She has three sons who are taking care of her. I admire their positive outlook, and their hope/acceptance balance. I have a lot of emotions that are a little more neurotic and confused.
This week, it seems like everyone is dying of cancer. I’m a little sad, but a little weirded out as well. It feels like the plague is striking again and picking up speed. I’m worried about my friends and family. I worry about myself. I’m sad.
Cancer.
CANCER!
Fight cancer.
Fight!
Billy’s mom, Diane, Scott’s dad, Gina,
Meghan’s father, GRANDPA.
Everyone everyone EVERYONE!
Peace.
Find peace.
Rest In Peace.
Fight!
Peace. Fight. FIGHT!
Peace-fight-peace-fight.
PEACE!
Pre-CAN-CER-ous-cells.
Cigarettes. Cell phones. Car exhaust.
Sunblock?
Sun.
Chronic exposure.
Acute exposure?
Unknown risk.
Everything everyone everywhere.
Exhaustion.
Cancer.
Live In Peace.
Survive!
In Peace.
