My landlady was diagnosed with Stage III pancreatic cancer, more than five years ago. Today, she is cancer free and walking a 5K in support of a cure. Roommate and I are walking with her.
She had a 2% chance of survival and she did it.
I think that's reason enough to walk in the rain. In Seattle. In November. I think that's reason enough to wear every scrap of purple I can find and get my face painted. I think that's reason enough to get up ridiculously early on a Sunday morning.
And if it weren't reason enough, the 98% who died, like my ex's mom, would make up the difference.
It's not a new sentiment, or even a particularly pretty one, but all in all, I have to say:
Cancer sucks.
