re: Previous post about cancer.

Make that four.

My mother, father, sister and I are all okay. A long-time family friend's mother was diagnosed yesterday and given a week. Someone I only know online, but who is a bit of a personal hero of mine, had her breast cancer reoccur. One of my best friends is losing her godmother, who was given days a month ago and who is hanging on grimly, doped to the gills on morphine, who had surgery and had no idea how bad it was until her stitches split and she smelled it (apparently cancerous tissue has a particular smell. I did not know that). One of my co-workers, who is marvellous, has been fighting it for some time, and she's losing, she's disappearing in front of my eyes, and I don't know what to do or say to make it better. All I know is I'll be going to a funeral for someone I like very much, no matter how hard I try to pretend otherwise. Cancer is not something which happens in my genetic family. But my chosen family seems sorely afflicted, and I hate it.