Fuck Cancer
Just found out that my sister has terminal cancer. It was found in her lungs, but has been discovered to be in her bones and lymph system as well. Currently the medical profession have no idea how long she has, and will be discussing chemotherapy with her tomorrow. Regardless, the chemo will only prolong the inevitable.
My sister and I are close, despite the physical distance between us. She has raised 4 children, and is currently raising one of her grandchildren. Her husband has Grave's Disease, and her grandson is a heroin baby. She is a cancer survivor, already having survived a brain tumor. This cancer is related, and we always knew that there was a chance that it would come back, but not quite as virulently as it has.
I'm not going to ask for prayers, cause I don't believe they work. I don't believe in God, nor do I believe in a caring universe. I believe in people, and my sister is one of the best there is. This isn't fair.