I hate it...

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.