I Knew It
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.
It’s treatable.
Again.
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.