I have a heavy heart and I can’t seem to shake it. In the past 2 weeks, three friends have told me that they have cancer. All of them are women. Within 10 years of my age.
Not to mention the additional 2 dear loved ones in my life who have cancer at various stages.
I am angry. So very angry. There are so many friends and family that we all know that are fighting cancer. It isn’t an old-age illness. I’ve already lost Aunties and Uncles from cancer, not to mention losing Tracey, the birth mother to our sweet Matty and first wife to Kelly.
It’s up close and personal.
This is no longer a distant concern. “Oh, did you hear that so-and-so has cancer?” NO. It’s right in front of me. It’s right in front of you. This is the future we are leaving to our children, to our grandchildren! As parents, everything we do is for the welfare and future of our children. That’s why we work so damned hard to make a good living, so we can give them the amazing future they deserve. We are giving our children a future without their Mom, or their Dad. We are giving them a childhood with just a few memories of times with Grandma and Grandpa. Their memories of Auntie-so-and-so will be of her last days, fighting like a Lioness, as her thin, frail body exerts what little energy she has to overcome the cells of her body gone rogue. Unless we do something.
What can we do?
We, our society, have spent 50 years trying to find a cause or cure yet cancer is more rampant than ever. It’s not good enough for me to raise money and walk to support research. It’s not good enough for me to shave my head or donate my locks. I’ve been there. I’ve done that and yet I still see beautiful, dearly loved ones look down at the floor as they tell me they have breast cancer, ovarian cancer, or leukemia.
It isn’t enough.
I am not looking for blame. I am not looking for sympathy…I am looking for change.