Two weeks ago I said, “hey, there’s that cough”
I asked his wife if he was sick again, but she sorta smiled and said, “it’s got to be hard living with a chronic illness.” and we went back to talking about lollipops and unicorns.
But it’s still cancer and it reaches out with ugly tentacles to touch more people than it should.
I hate that the cough has told me twice.
I resent every part of it, and it feels like something that everyone has to fight when in reality it’s a couple of scientists and a bundle of lab rats that will save us all.
Well, there’s cancer, but it’s the good one, and everyone will be fine.
Just today kinda sucks.