Montana Jones

A hard year

Me:

So what is Miss Goodkid up to these days?

She:

You know, just when you think it can't get worse.

Me:

Uh-oh.

She:

She was diagnosed with lymphoma.

Me:

Oh, no. I have no idea what that is, but it sounds bad.

She:

It's cancer.

Me:

Oh no.

She:

She is being a trooper. She is being strong. But oh my god, what a year she has had.

Me:

No kidding.

She:

The doctors say that they don't really know what causes it, some of it may be genetic but one of the triggers they say is stress.

Me:

Damn.

She:

That pretty much puts the period on the end of that sentence.

Me:

Sure does.

She:

Can you believe what she has been through? The rape happened back in # and now less than a year later we have to deal with this. Everyone in our family is all 'how is this fair?'

Me:

I can't imagine how hard this must be for her.

She:

You know, she is amazing. She is saying that a year ago all she wanted was to die, and now, now all she wants to do is to fight. She says she has a new appreciation for every little thing. Seeing something beautiful or smelling something nice.

Me:

So is she doing chemo?

She:

Yeah, she is doing the chemo and they say she has a 97 percent chance of a cure.

Me:

97 percent is good odds.

She:

And they say that is for the cure. Not just controlling it, but a cure.

Me:

As it should be.

Labels: cancer, conversation, lymphoma, strength, stress

Posted by: Montana Jones / 7:31 AM