Cancer

Once in awhile I just get worn down by the word cancer. It is on the news, it is always in the newspaper, it is in the fiction and non-fiction I read, and tonight I'm reading about it in the "The Kite Runner", a book I'm reading now, a book I recommend to everyone and anyone. If you have ever felt just the tiniest shred of bigotry or hatred in yourself then read The Kite Runner; and it will be gone.

Cancer wears me down, but it also makes me think of how strong all you people are, you sufferers, you survivors. You are the people that will allow us to get from where we are now to where we must eventually be. It is because of the suffering of your grandparents, fathers, mothers that we have come this far, yet we have much ground to cover to gain, to gather momentum in this fight, this battle we wage.

Cancer wore me down today, the words, the feeling of hoplessness I read in The Kite Runner, yet I know this; we have made progress. I have said the following many times but feel the need to repeat it again now.
My wife has three lovely wonderful, and very young grandchildren; my wish, my prayer, my dream, my hope for them is they will someday be questioned by their own children and grandchildren; and the question will be "what is cancer grandma" , and the answer will be "it is something people used to get, but that was long ago" ,
it is like war, something people used to do but don't do anymore. War and cancer were a long time ago".