Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Fog

Rian's father is going in for 'day surgery' next week, to remove a tumor from a lymph node.

A week ago an aquaintance (the daughter of a friend) died of breast cancer at age 35, leaving behind a husband, toddler and seven year old. This hit Rian hard, and Someone Else even harder, and the funeral was very painful.

Three days later the daughter of another friend was diagnosed, again, with breast cancer, again, at 36. An extremely young age.

I have felt the disease creeping behind me since age twelve, on little cat feet, yes? Breathing down my neck. Waiting. I used to joke, to a college friend, that Rian was a Cancer Magnet.

Now it seems even closer. Tickling Rian's backbone with shivery whiskers. Which has made Rian, lately, think of....: