About 16 years ago my Mom had cancer and she was ill for 2 years. And she survived. Looking back and doing the math I realised with a shock that she was 43 when she was diagnosed. I’m on the wrong side of 35.
It was, in retrospect, a wonderful bonding time for us as she suffered from insomnia and I worked funny hours, so we spent a lot of nights together.
On the periphery of my every day life there are 2 young women, N and L, that both had leukemia in the last year and survived. Both of them have now been re-diagnosed and are probably in the same hospital tonight. One of them is a Mom already. and the other has a husband who loves his wife immensely.
I don’t have anything deep or moving to say about it, except that I’m a little pissed off right now. Please keep them in your thoughts.


