I hate cancer. It’s always been lurking in the background, which I guess, it does for a lot of people. My mom was the latest family member to have a round with it of late.
Back in January, I did a post on the cool fundraiser, Driving For A Cure, to raise money for Breast Cancer research. In that post, I talked about my Aunt Junie and her gallant battle against breast cancer and that’s part of why I’m so interested in the whole thing.
I found out this morning that Junie’s daughter, my most wonderful cousin, Judi, is now facing the same damn battle. It pisses me off. It just does. In fact, I emailed Judi this morning after I found out what’s going on with her and instead of throwing some heavy, Jesus-y stuff at her, this was my greeting to my beloved cousin: “Well, shit. This sucks.” It does.
I know that Judi is going to be fine. She taught Middle School for 30 years and survived that. She’s always been an independent, free spirit…heck, she raises mules. Me and Judi can get on the phone and just babble for hours, solving problems of the world and what-not. I wish there weren’t something like 1500 miles between us or I’d be hanging out at Judi’s farm in Texas all the time. Hers was caught during a routine mammogram and she’s always been pretty diligent about matters of health.
I know Judi’s gonna be fine. Still, it pisses me off that she’s got breast cancer. Why?
I guess it was about 1972, her mother, Junie…was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was diagnosed after being mis-diagnosed for a long time. I don’t know how long it was, but, it was awhile. I also realize that in 1972, they didn’t have all the stuff they have now to diagnose, treat BC.
Junie fought that danged cancer. I swear….8 or 9 years. She fought that sucker tooth and nail. She died in June of 1979…I will never forget that day…we went to Opryland with my Louisiana cousins. I heard my mother’s name paged over the loudspeaker and even though I was 10 and was not told a lot of details about Junie’s illness (it was kinda whispered…like in that movie “St Elmo’s Fire” where the girl’s mother whispered anything negative like “cancer”) but I KNEW that Junie was probably gone and dadgum…a little later, me and Buddy walked up to Mom and her sister sitting in that theater there in the 50′s part of Opryland and she blurted out that Junie was gone. Weird how some things stay with you.
Anyway…it makes me so mad that my Uncle Wesley, who is 80 years old, in the last year has dealt with the death of a grandson…he watched his wife suffer and die with cancer and blast-it…now his baby girl has to confront the same thing. I’m more worried about him than Judi, really. Stuff like that’s hard on a Dad.
Judi, though…she’s gonna be fine. She’s having surgery next week and I have no doubt she’s gonna be an octagenerian on her farm with all her various and sundry critters and will outlive all of us. She is blessed with two sisters, who will stand with her through this whole ordeal, the rest of us in her family, lots of friends….she’s gonna do fine.
I still hate she has to even deal with this at all.