Here I sit in the parking deck at the cancer center, about to get my monthly injection that will hopefully keep my cancer from returning.
I am overwhelmed by a bewildering swirl of emotions.
My cousin and childhood playmate lost her husband to colon cancer last night. He was diagnosed 1.5 months ago and they are both in their 30s. She and I are the same age.
I spent a good 20 minutes of my day curled on the floor of my office sobbing, for a combination of pain for her, for him, for myself, for everyone who has been impacted by this fucking disease, and even at life itself for being so damn sweet.
We all cope in our own ways. Here is one of mine: