Big scary words…

There are lots of them;

Spider
Tornado
Broccoli
Foreclosure
Blizzard
Cancer

Cancer. That’s the worst one.
You can kill a spider.
You can take cover from a tornado.
You don’t have to eat broccoli.
But the word cancer strikes fear in your heart. There are just so many unknowns.
A lot of people survive cancer these days. My Mom did. But it isn’t easy. In the beginning, you worry about a hundred things…chemo, radiation, what if I lose my hair, what if I can’t work, how sick will I be. How is my family going to handle the news. Then you have all the tests done to determine how advanced your cancer is and a course of treatment is decided. I can only go that far because Mom’s cancer was relatively easy to beat. But even so, she has 3 more years to go before she can say she’s “cured”. Yep. Cancer is a big scary word. Mom’s doctor kind of danced around the word. He said it once, in a vague sort of way. He was good. He made it a lot less scary. Maybe because he deals with women? Women handle things much differently than men do. I can’t pretend to know how a man would feel or what his worries would be. In general, I’m guessing that his machismo would take a serious hit. Past that I don’t have a clue. Unfortunately though, I’m about to find out.
Cancer sucks.