Cancer was something I used to hear my parents talk about. They would discuss their parents' friends who had it. Their parents. My grandparents. It was always the "old folks" who had cancer. And that was acceptable in a way; as a kid, that's what you expected to happen to "old folks." Cancer wasn't supposed to be something that is so familiar, so close.
I lost my sister-in-law to cancer last October (can it already be that 9 months have passed since that day?). And today I received the shocking news that one of my friends was just diagnosed. She is a vivacious, generous, fun child of God. She is a loving wife. She is a dedicated mom to three (her oldest son is exactly to the day the same age as Michael). She is 5 days younger than me.
It's not supposed to be this way.