One of the first things you realize after getting diagnosed is that, unfortunately, everybody’s got something going on.
A friend of mine has Myasthenia Gravis. She just finished chemo for throat cancer. Now they’ve found a new cancer.
A neighbor is mourning the sudden loss of her husband.
A friend’s son just got married to a girl who had beaten cancer once. Now it’s back (they’re only 25!!! 😫).
Two of my coworkers have diabetes. Another just had to have her gall bladder removed. They are all younger than me (and it’s a small company, maybe 25 employees).
People used to say that “1 out of 4” people would have cancer during their lifetime. Now the rates are 1 out of every 2 men (50% 😵💫) and 1 out of every 3 women (33%), at least in developed countries. (In places where people eat traditional foods, the rates are much lower.)
So yeah, I’m not special. I’m just one of the gang now. The CLL gang. The cancer gang. The chronic disease gang. Dammit.
Really hoping that we reach a tipping point soon, though. A point where the average person gets angry and wants answers and results and change. Not ribbons and awareness, not a fun run, but actual results.
Maybe we could demand that farms stop spraying glyphosate.
The Cancer Canary 