My Sister, Survivor
I talked to Sara Wednesday night and helped her write a letter about Relay for Life, this 12-hour walk she's doing to help raise money for cancer research.
"You're walking for 12 hours?" I asked.
"No, it's a relay. I'm on a team, so I only have to do two legs: the first leg and the survivor leg," she said.
"The 'survivor leg?' Like, for fans of 'Survivor?'"
Her voice got quiet. "Kate, you know I had cancer, right?"
"What? You didn't have cancer!"
"Yes, I did. I had cancer cells removed."
"Those were precancerous cells. It means you could've developed cancer. You didn't have cancer, Sara!"
"Um, I think I would know what the doctor said." And I bit my tongue.
My sister did not have cancer, and she's going to be walking this courageous lap around a stadium as people cheer for cancer survivors. She'll probably have her picture on the front page of the newspaper as a brave, strong woman. I just hope the real survivors don't beat her with sticks for being an imposter.
How freakin' embarrassing.
"You're walking for 12 hours?" I asked.
"No, it's a relay. I'm on a team, so I only have to do two legs: the first leg and the survivor leg," she said.
"The 'survivor leg?' Like, for fans of 'Survivor?'"
Her voice got quiet. "Kate, you know I had cancer, right?"
"What? You didn't have cancer!"
"Yes, I did. I had cancer cells removed."
"Those were precancerous cells. It means you could've developed cancer. You didn't have cancer, Sara!"
"Um, I think I would know what the doctor said." And I bit my tongue.
My sister did not have cancer, and she's going to be walking this courageous lap around a stadium as people cheer for cancer survivors. She'll probably have her picture on the front page of the newspaper as a brave, strong woman. I just hope the real survivors don't beat her with sticks for being an imposter.
How freakin' embarrassing.