Nearly every single person you know has been touched by cancer.
Honestly.
Everyone knows someone who has fought it.
Knows someone who has beaten it.
Knows someone who hasn't.
Let's keep it real for a second.
The C-word is a bitch.
There's a reason that eff cancer is a hashtag.
It's awful. Devastating. Crushing.
Curable for some. Fatal for others.
It was announced yesterday that President Biden has prostate cancer.
It's aggressive.
It's scary.
But they're hopeful. And that matters.
As expected, social media is FULL of people who are sharing their stories.
Whether their own. That of their loved one(s). Of someone they knew but never met. Of someone they may have met once.
Of someone who touched the lives of their loved ones. The friend of a friend.
Their friend's mother. Aunt. Sister. Brother. Father. Child.
Their own mother. Aunt. Sister. Brother. Father. Child.
You see what I'm saying, right?
So. If you, like me, are finding all this talk about the C-word to be a lot?
Protect your peace.
Scroll by. Put the phone down.
Don't get me wrong, share if you want to.
I did initially. And I posted how thankful I was that my feed included so many positive thoughts, prayers, comments about the President.
And then today, I realized it was so so very much.
Never mind the stupidity that you'll see out there. Whew. The eyeroll emoji belongs everywhere.
But the stories where people share how quickly they lost loved ones. How unexpectedly. How diagnoses are reported out of the blue.
You don't have to read them all.
It's not disrespectful to monitor your intake.
To protect your peace.
It's okay.
Scroll by. Put the phone down.
Take care of you.
Just like Joe and Jill and their family and loved ones will do for themselves.
It's okay. You're allowed.
xo