It’s a scary word.
It is a heavily weighted word.
Not if it’s your star sign.
You could sink a boat with the weight of that word.
Everyone will get it.
At some point.
If they live long enough.
So does that make it less scary?
There are so many different types.
It’s like going to the supermarket to buy bread.
So many types!
One man’s sourdough is another man’s gluten allergy.
People always talk about “the cure for cancer”.
If they find the one hidden cure to end all cancers, then that’ll be it.
But it won’t be.
Evolution will find some other way to kill us off.
I’m not saying I’m a fan of the word.
Or the thing itself.
I’m definitely not.
If it’s a “war” on cancer – like we’re told – then cancer started it.
And we’ll finish it.
Cancer invaded France without warning and we’re the Allied forces who must win out.
So where’s our Churchill?
It’s a weighty word.
And yet, the irony is, those struck down by it lose lots of weight.
You know how, sometimes, if you repeat a word enough it loses its meaning?
Or its power?
You get the idea.
It doesn’t look right anymore.
Is that even how you spell fork?
Cancer can hit us with all its got, but you know what?
It brings some of us closer together.
It causes heartbreak and stress and costs lots of money in medical bills and flights across the world, but if it’s aiming to destroy families and relationships and make people give up on everything, it better try harder.
I dare it.
You have no weight with me.