Friday, March 7, 2014

FFOT bonus: cancer.

Cancer.

Cancer can fuck off and die in a crotch fire.

One of my dear friends has a particularly vicious form of breast cancer.  It's not fair.  She's only 35, has a two year old son, and has breast-fed this boy for both of his years on earth.  That was supposed to cut her risk drastically.

I found out earlier this afternoon.

The shock has just worn off.

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  1. Cancer is the greatest test of human endurance, and even the strongest can succumb to the most horrible illness that makes our own body become our worst adversary.

    If it's any consolation, or offers hope, my mother endured a radical mastectomy, brutal chemotherapy in the early stages of the treatment and remained cancer free for the remainder of her life that lasted for over three decades after the discovery of the cancer.

    Prayers for you friend.

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    1. Thanks. She needs all the prayers she can get.

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    2. We haven't had to deal with cancer (yet) but my wife had a brain tumor. She had it removed and it was a tough couple of years coming back, but after that she led a perfectly normal life there after. Maybe your friend will be the same.

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    3. I lost my granddad (Mom's dad) when I was six months old, and an uncle to leukemia when I was eight years old. I lost a good friend to breast cancer about four years ago.

      Cancer sucks. I'd love it if my friend recovers, but the type she has is particularly virulent, and the prognosis isn't very good for staying cancer free, even if they knock it out.

      I'm still praying for a miracle.

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  2. Amen. Cancer needs to go. I'll add your friend to my far too long prayer list

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