It’s no secret that I’m a cancer survivor. I’ve mentioned it as a fleeting comment in a couple of blogs, though I consider the word “survivor” a misnomer. Cancer is an insidious disease that comes and goes. Once gone, it doesn’t mean it’s gone forever. Do I live with the fear that it might come back? Sure, but I don’t think about it—today I did.
I rarely write expletives outside of my fiction. It’s not how I choose to express myself, but after hearing about the death of Steve Jobs ….
Over the past month, I’ve watched a dear friend dying of cancer. We met as part of a support group for breast cancer and became fast friends. After years of being cancer-free, hers returned to her bones. It’s been heartbreaking to see her waste away, and today was a difficult visit with her.
This evening, I had dinner with another close friend, herself a cancer survivor. She is dealing with her elderly mother who also has cancer. I came home and turned on my MacBook Pro and found out about the death of Steve Jobs—fighter – innovator – cancer survivor, until today.
Sometimes a good cry is therapeutic. Sometimes writing about it is. Tonight, I needed both.