Cancer and Other Four-letter Words
I was speechless. I am not good in these kinds of situations. I doubt I am much comfort to anyone when I am doing my fantastic gaffed-fish imitation. My throat closed up and words oozed out slower than cold grease down a clogged drain. Ok, not a good image, but it certainly described how it felt trying to utter appropriate noises that would comfort both of us.
There seems to be a flood of people in my life with the "C" word. A coworker wife has had problems with swallowing. They discovered a tumor, needle biopsy showed was benign. They decided to operate anyway. The tumor was removed, surgeon said it-looked fine, nothing suspicious. Two weeks later, they had the gaffed look when the results came back as cancer. Thank god they'd removed it. Strange to think that discomfort and difficulty swallowing led to a decision to operate; it saved her life.
My sister-in-law has a grandchild with cancer and a sister with a possible tumor. Sometimes life is simply too much to bear.
What keeps us going? Is it simply that we hang on hoping that things will get better, that somehow things will change?