The Summer of my Discontent
The Today Show is on for background noise. There a segment about one of the cast recently diagnosed with breast cancer. And it hits me like a gut punch. I can't breathe. (Although that could be the Canadian smoke......) The wave of grief feels like a tsunami. This too shall pass, but WTAF? Twenty Five Years. July 1998 was the last month of whatever my previous life was. Tumor found. No big deal, seems benign. Tumor is removed, in fact it is benign. And it was all ok. Until it wasn't. Let the shit show begin. Twenty five fucking years.