These days, cancer seems easy.
Easy because somewhere, someone else is lying in a bed completely drugged up to numb pain of a magnitude that my disease has not inflicted on me. Her disease is not cancer. But in her case, it is worse than cancer.
According to my onco, my cancer has sat silently in my left breast without making itself seen or known for about a year. And it likely would have stayed that way for months and months, if not years, before saying hello, probably to be followed by a quick adieu.
I guess what I am saying here is that my cancer is a silent stealth killer. There are other diseases that come differently packaged. Some can be a loud pain in the bottom that rob you of so many sunny days of your life that you end up forgetting what sunshine feels like.
Each disease has its own ugliness. When I think of those afflicted with Alzheimers, Multiple Sclerosis, paralysis of some kind or other, etc., I am comforted by the thought that my illness is not debilitating. Alhamdulillah.
Sure it would be nice to be disease-less. But of all the diseases I could be afflicted with, cancer is afterall not that bad.
Now, that is a thought that I need to remember this coming Friday. It would comfort me.
Meanwhile, I hope and pray that she smiles, even through her pain and numerous painkillers, comforted with the thought that her packaging did not have a label that read cancer.