Fuck Cancer … Again
Less than two weeks ago, a friend texted me the news that lab results of a biopsy indicated that she had cancerous cells in her body. The entire process was scary and stressful, as you either know or can imagine.
This past Friday, as I reminisced with an old friend about our crazy past, we were inspired to call another old friend. I called as she was waiting to undergo a biopsy. I had no idea. She had informed only a few people of the presence of lumps in both breasts.
She underwent a biopsy and received the news yesterday: the lumps are malignant and she will have to undergo a double-mastectomy.
They are both ultra-feisty women, brawlers and bad-asses. Both will survive. One is a protege, and one is a hero of mine. Both will receive an unending supply of my love, affection, support, strength, inappropriate humor and optimism.
We are warriors and nurturers. We will fight this together.
Once again, with feeling — fuck cancer.
Love you LB and KF.
A good friend of mine was just told he is no longer in remission. This is his THIRD round with cancer and he’s been told there is nothing left to do….we will make this his best Christmas ever and do all we can. I’m glad your friends have better prognoses than he does. Fuck cancer is right.