When you least expect it, life can turn on a dime.
I currently know 2 people who are battling cancer. One, a friend’s father who is losing his fight with recurring melanoma. The other, a dear brother-in-law who learned he has follicular lymphoma…an incurable cancer.
I’m having difficulty wrapping my brain around both cases. In fact, I feel mentally claustrophobic unable to break away from the constant flow of negative thoughts.
How? A recurring question…with no answer.
There’s no definitive reason why someone is stricken with cancer.
Yes, one’s lifestyle can be scrutinized.
Do you smoke? Or do you live with smokers? You know…second-hand smoke.
Do you inhale red meat? Or feast on fast foods 24/7?
Have you harvested the minimum amount of fruits and veggies? Or are you anti-vegetarian to the point of gagging at the mere mention of…rabbit food?
Exercise? Not your cup of tea? Couch potato more your style?
Alcoholic? Drug Addict? Sex addict?
Do you believe…in God? Or do you thumb your nose every chance you get?
Are you sleep-deprived? Or stressed out all the time?
Are you selfish? Or selfless. Volunteering and getting high on altruism?
Smiley faces? Or frowney faces? What’s your reset button?
Is depression dragging you down?
And in our hysterical, political climate being a bluebird or a cardinal might infect the healthiest body with cancerous cells.
My brother-in-law is an admirable specimen. Everything in moderation…except when it comes to compassion…and hope.
He eats well, drinks in moderation, surfs and takes walks, is religious where it counts…in everyday life, has never smoked, and doesn’t hesitate to help others. I’ve no idea his political persuasion because he’s not one to grandstand.
He makes me laugh. Gigantic belly laughs. From the moment we embrace hello…the jokes fly. We are so in sync that we could be a comedic act. My daughter has often remarked how her uncle and I don’t even pause to think about our comebacks. And those who are with us can’t help but be swept along in our insane garble. Our mother-in-law was one of our biggest fans. God bless her soul…we were both huge fans of hers as well.
One look at my sister-in-law, his wife of many years..confirms their deep and abiding love.
So how does it happen? Cancer.
I’ve no idea. But I’m involving myself in my brother-in-law’s fight without being asked. I’m hanging out my shingle…“hugmamma, m.d.” I’ve already done some Googling on follicular lymphoma and texted my sister-in-law the information I found.
…who’s always been…like my brother…