An Inconvenient Cancer

None of us want this, none of us would have chosen it, but I'd rather it be me than my daughter.

What is inconvenient? The plumbing backing up on Thanksgiving, the one day a year when you are doing all the cooking and the guests have begun to arrive. You're not about to pay a plumber triple digits to fix it, instead you make some jokes, keep a stiff upper lip, and go to plan B.

As survivors we cry, we joke, we fight, we persevere.

Cancer caught up with me while I was quite busy with other things. It's not as though I have time to deal with this now. Cancer is here, I can't ignore it and the things I thought were 'important' will have to take the back burner. If nothing else, I have learned from this disease that I need to slow down, focus on myself, that's a challenge for those of us raised to put other's needs before our own, to fight, but keep moving.

It's easy to busy ourselves pondering this side effect or that chemotherapy treatment, and maybe that's a good thing to keep our heads from exploding over the stress that accompanies the diagnosis. Yep, my priorities changed over night as I'm certain they did for all of us.

Inconvenient? Yes.
Insurmountable? Not at all.