All this falling down, getting back up and trying to return to a quasi-normal life. Should I bother?
A former colleague died a few days ago, from BC metastasized. Today another's sister is just entering Hospice after 8 years of this shit.
Those wonderful statistics tell us that 30% of women diagnosed with BC will, at some point, become Stage IV (incurable).
I'm working out, losing weight, staying positive, planning many things for the future. Surprising, lucrative things are developing career-wise. Purpose has returned and along with it, that precious sense of well-being. Vacation is in a week - nothing but wonderful things on the horizon, right?
Meanwhile, there's a tropical system churning away in the Gulf. Round yet ragged, just like the terrible tumor twins. Alive with potential and red pulsing destruction.
Luckily, a front will sweep through and take it away before it can grow into a monster. We should be all clear in a few days and come through the storm pretty much intact.
I hate how nearly everything reminds me of cancer.