Cancer sucks.

With hearing the news about Mark's passing last night, my first immediate thought was "Cancer Sucks". Then it hit me... Mark didn't have cancer. Cancer had NOTHING to do with his death. And I sat here in awe.

Realistically I KNOW that people die from things other than cancer. There are car accidents (and obviously motor bike accidents), people die from other illnesses, Soldier's die in war, babies die from being born too early or even in the womb for various reasons, and on and on and on. I get that, I do.

However, I think it's quite possible that my brain has been rewired to blame cancer for EVERYTHING. 99% of the people that I know who have passed away in the last 2 years have been children. A LOT of children. And they've died from cancer. I've had to face the very real possibility that I could lose my own child to cancer. That is a most terrifying feeling. So is it odd that I want to blame cancer for everything? I was talking to Kim, Charlie's mom, about this and found out that I'm not alone.

Our friend Angela's husband just deployed. Her response? Yeah well, cancer sucks. Car broke down? Cancer sucks. You're at a restaurant and they gave you unsweet tea instead of sweet... yes. Cancer sucks.

I'm sure a psychologist would say this is misplaced anger, maybe a way to have to not deal with reality, even possibly a little touch of post traumatic stress disorder. But really, better to blame cancer than a person, right? Maybe if a cure for cancer was found it would prevent a lot of other horrible events too? I'd like to think so. Or maybe I need to have my brain rewired again. Either way... Cancer sucks. I just wanted you to know. I have nothing in particular to blame on cancer today, but give me a few minutes and I'm sure I can find something.

Oh yes, here it is... Blake Kurtz... cancer SUCKS... and it only took me 2.5 seconds to figure it out. *sigh*