I hate cancer.It killed my parents but that was self inflicted.
My last remaining uncle has it.
It got Mary.
Malia.
Kathy.
Suzie.
Many others I know.
And now it has Mike.
He's a friend. A man who turned his life around and went from an over weight out of control type to someone who runs 100 milers.
A good guy. I admired him.
Lung cancer. Stage four.
It sucks.
No one gets out alive but I've seen that and it's ugly.
But it's is a part of life. It's the way many of us leave.
I wish him well and hope he has all the time he needs.
I've put the bracelet back on for Mike.
