Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a cancer by the toe. If it lingers make it go
Eeny meeny miny moe.
Since both my parents had cancer, and all their siblings had cancer, and one of my cousins died of cancer at age 41 decades ago, I figured that I would be the first of my siblings to get it. Nope. Heart issues--plenty, but no cancer yet (that I know of). My sister has had the honor of the first diagnosis. It's what has been called a slow-moving cancer of the "feminine area." I didn't have time to talk to my wife on the phone about it, and she was in a public place when she called. Since she's in New York City, you can never count on a language barrier being there to keep a conversation private.
The cancer known as "the murderer," like my wife had, has been ruled out. Where "the murderer" moves with the speed of an Olympic sprinter, this thing my sister has moves more like a two toed sloth, and her oncologists hope to remove all of it in an operation next month. The reason my wife is in the USA at all is to be with my sister for her 70th birthday, which is tomorrow. I couldn't make it, having already shirked some serious duty to run back to Europe for four days the funeral of my wife's mom a month ago. It's OK. None of three of us made the 70th birthday of either of the other two, although my sister and her husband DID make it to our 70th birthday/40th wedding anniversary celebration in Hawai'i in April of 2002 (all expenses paid by my extremely successful--
and generous!!--younger daughter). Knowing my wife, she will want to go back to the States for the operation as well, but I will try to talk her out of it. She is going to be 74 this year, and needs to slow down like the rest of us, even though her not-so-former profession (social worker) still sits deep within her.
(/%§&/$§ cancer--never seems to stay away when it knows it isn't wanted.
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My best wishes to your sister! I hope they get it all and that she thrives after the surgery.
