Breast cancer – my feelings on it

I know it may surprise people to see ME write something sensitive, but I am on the verge of tears.  I was reading about Wendie Jo Sperber, the actress that you may know from her roles on Bosom Buddies and as Michael J. Fox’s sister in the Back To The Future movies.  She died in 2005 from breast cancer.

Don’t ask me why, but deaths from breast cancer bother me, probably, more than any other kind of cancer.  It just seems like it is soooo wrong for people to die from this.  Confusing.  I hate cancer entirely, but there is a special kind of place in my heart for breast cancer patients, be they living or not. 

Laurie’s mother and two aunts were very blessed to live through breast cancer.  It scares me that all three them, being the only women born to Laurie’s grandmother, had it.  What scares me even more than that is that Laurie has "problems" with her breasts.  Abnormalities.  Because we are on Medicaid, our options are rather limited when it comes to finding out anything useful.  Laurie wants to have them both removed and be done with it.  Unfortunately for her, doctors don’t just do that on a patient’s whim.  At least not doctors that WE’VE seen.

Seems like a mastectomy ought to cure it, doesn’t it?  I don’t wish that on any woman, though.  I just wish there was some way to stop this disease from killing anyone.  

I also have a similar issue with ovarian cancer and prostate cancer.  Seems like they’re just WRONG to take lives.  Am I screwed up?  Well, obviously.  Anyway, I’m sad.  I wish I had money to donate to cancer causes, but we’re so flat broke all the time.  I don’t know what we would do if it turned out my wife DID have breast cancer.  With my wife, though,  I fear for more than that.

Not only did her mother and both her mother’s sisters have breast cancer, Laurie’s mother wound up developing Leukemia, which killed her.  Not only that, either.  Laurie’s FATHER had lung cancer that metastasized to his brain, which ultimately killed him, too. 

I hate cancer.  Hate it hate it hate it!  I wish it were an outside-the-body object that I could smash.  I wish I could throw dishes at it until it broke, too.  I wish nobody ever ever ever had to die from cancer.

Emilie died of breast cancer, too.  And Joanne.  Two of my Daddy’s favorite aunts. 

God, I can’t explain how I feel right now.  

Take care of yourselves,

Piers