Saw my friend in the elevator today: her hair is no more, means she is undergoing chemotherapy for her recurrent breast cancer.
Since father had metastatic liver cancer, I learned that people just want to carry on with their normal life, so I am no more surprised seeing her showing up at work in stead of what I would think she should do; stay at home and rest.
There is only one way to really know what cancer is: having it yourself or your loved ones. For the rest of us, it’s a word that sounds "horrible", just like "rape’ sounds horrible, yet again: if you don’t live it first hand, you have no clue what’s going on.
One would think that politicians who have had loved ones dying from cancer would change priorities, but nothing really changes, they just re-marry… 🙁