I have had cancer twice. Each time I thought I would die soon. Twenty years ago there would have been no treatment for the cancer I have now and I would not be writing this. Last year, after four months of no diagnosis, I was diagnosed with metastasized cancer that had spread to my liver, spine, and sacrum. I had radiation and take a pill a day and can walk once again. The tests for cancer cells in my blood have shown great improvement. My father, brother, and mother all died of cancer, although my mother was 93.
The lights are beautiful. I have walked the track many times. One year I pushed my mother in a wheel chair.
What to do with this life I have been given is the question. Sometimes I get glimpses of what I need to do, but these glimpses disappear.
My brother complained that so much money had gone into breast cancer research, and not enough for lung cancer, which he had. That research is keeping me alive. No, life isn't fair.