Fuck Cancer

Having a personal understanding of the stark emotions lingering underneath this phrase, I’ve come to turn to it anytime someone asks me about how my mom is doing.

To see my mom’s health slowly decline daily, evokes a cluster of emotions and thoughts : sorrow, anger, frustration, resentment, happiness, confusion, nostalgia, joy.

Supposedly she’s “off to a better place”, but the suffering she’s enduring is nothing more than a punch in the heart, serving as a reminder that she will not be able to grow old with my dad, or see her 4 grandchildren navigate the waters of life, or be there when her 3 children come to her in times of happiness or sadness.