I’ve been a little remiss in my thoughts lately.  It’s not that I’m not having any, its more attempting to get them out on paper.  Someone I know has had major surgery and possibly has the C word.  They found a tumor so large that it was just easier to remove a kidney than do anything else. 

I’ve been a bit bemused from people’s reactions to the dreaded C-word.  Cancer isn’t something you catch.  Its something that happens and if gotten to early is something you can recover from.  It’s the lump in the breast, the ache in the back, the headaches that wont go away.  But when it sneaks up on you, its the most dreaded.  Go into the hospital because you’re short of breath and shazaam lung cancer.

When people hear about it, they immediately personalize it.  What if it was me?  What did the person notice?  Did they feel ill?  What are their symptoms?  How did they discover it?  Is it treatable?  What if it was me? 

Some people can’t even say the word Cancer without freaking.  One of my friend’s husband actually asked me not to discuss it with his wife.  He said every time she hears about someone with Cancer, he has a very bad night.  She seems to have a morbid fascination with Cancer and those who get it.  She pulls each story out of the victim and ghoulishly glories in the details. 

The older I get the more I realize that every single person is profoundly different in their heads.  Mine included.

In a week, we will know.

Ciao