It had pretty much escaped my notice until this evening… but I’m afraid it has now hit me like a freight train.
Four years ago today cancer killed my father. Two years ago today my mother lay in a hospital bed on the same floor of the same hospital where he died. She was being investigated for what would later be identified as cancer.
For nearly a decade my life has been dominated by this plague.
I’m not alone. Two friends in the last month have told me their fathers are now at the palliative stage for cancer. This week more than 3,300 Canadian will be diagnosed with cancer. It will kill nearly 1,500. One out of every four Canadians are expected to die from cancer.
To me, cancer is that thing that goes bump in the night. Horror movies used to scare me… now cancer is my bogey man.
My Lenten experiment has taken me a long way in terms of wrestling that particular demon. I feel a sense of calm and I feel empowered. I know there are powerful ways of preventing and fighting cancer. I’m committing to a healthier way of life for myself and for my family.
However, it still goes bump in the night. It is still the thing that keeps me up. To me it is the embodiment of those things that are unfair in the world.
Four years ago cancer irrevocably changed my life. I wish it didn’t continue to do so.