Cancer sucks.

Please send any support or love with a comment to Judy, a fellow blogger who is beginning chemo on next Tuesday for breast cancer. She has a sweet little boy and a husband who love her desperately. She sounds incredibly down today, and needs as much love and support that you can send...
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I still remember hearing my mom sobbing on the phone and then turning to my grandpa, and saying "It's cancer!!!" when my dad's results came in. We had just lost my grandma, her mother, a few months earlier to cancer. I was only 8 or 9, and all I knew was that cancer meant people went into the hospital and died. I was petrified, to say the least. My mom had 3 young girls, and was a SAHM with a high school degree. I can't IMAGINE the fear she must have had.

It's strange how a child's memory works. I was in fourth grade during my dad's chemotherapy, and treatments, hospital stays and lovely cathedars in his chest. All I can remember from that year is iodine... The strange bloody brown that scared me, smeared all over my dad's chest, so that he could receive his medications, I think. And THAT'S IT. Nothing. Not a single other memory from my entire fourth grade year. Fear just knocked it out of my head, in a protective method, I guess...

My dad recovered, slowly but surely. I am so grateful for the gift of my family, and I can't imagine my life any other way.

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Cancer sucks.