Friday, March 4, 2011

Fuck Cancer.

There aren't a lot of unifying themes in this country - not many things you could say that everyone really stands behind, but I feel like a rally cry of "Fuck Cancer" is something we can all support.

Except maybe, those assholes who say things like, "God has a plan for everything. "
Really?  Because I don't want anything to do with a God who couldn't figure out a way to make his "divine plan" magic happen without giving someone a crippling, painful disease first.

Anyway, so, in a little more than two weeks, a suspicious dark spot on a chest x-ray turned into stage four cancer for my grandmother, in pretty much every part of her body from the neck down.

I was raised Assembly of God, and left the church about the same time I left high school, opting for logic over faith.  I still find myself getting bitter towards any possible deities, though, when tragedy strikes.  What if there really is something in charge of this whole place?  What kind of asshole...?



My grandma is the gorgeous one in the top right corner.  Those eight kids are hers.
  They produced 23 grandkids, who have so far produced 16 
great-grandkids (and growing bi-weekly).  This is not a family ready to lose 
their Monna yet.


2 comments:

  1. There is no one to blame. She is not being punished by someone or something. It is just the luck of the draw in life. If love helps she will live for a while. Let her hear it from your own lips. It can't hurt.

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  2. I'm sorry... and agree with the Oldfool

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