Sometimes, life is good. Very, very good. Like this past year, moving into our first house with my boyfriend, getting to meet his son, developing our relationship and growing our trust and love.
And sometimes, life likes to remind you that you are not in charge.
Last week, my Nana (my mom’s mom) was diagnosed with cancer. She is 70. She is strong. She is active. Swims, works out and gardens every day. She is the backbone of our family and we need her. And still, she has cancer.
Tomorrow she undergoes a PET scan. Next Friday she undergoes a bone marrow aspiration. Then we’ll know how deep the cancer (Myeloma) has set in her bones and what she’s up against.
I am angry. I want to stomp my feet and kick and scream and cry. I want to throw things and break things and fall apart. And somehow, I can’t. There will be time for that. For now, my Nana wants to pretend that things are normal. She wants to get through Christmas before telling the whole family and our friends. She doesn’t want to be put in a glass case. She wants to live her life. She wants us to live ours.
It seems so astronomically unfair. She does everything she can to make sure she takes care of herself and everyone else. And still - this.
Fuck you, cancer.
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