This complaint is brought to you from the “life sucks” department in the land of the cosmically unfair.
My friend Jen is 29 years old. Jen is a SWEET person. She’s kind to everyone, friendly, bubbly, happy…all the good things a person can be. Plus, she just has a sweet smile and a pretty face that scream “goodness.” She never did a blinkin’ thing to hurt anyone. In fact, quite to the contrary, she’s a very supportive friend, helps her family out, and generally does good deeds and smiles at people a lot. Simple, but true.
A year and a half or so ago, she had a go 'round with breast cancer. Yes, that’s right…breast cancer at 27 or so. They removed only the offending mass and performed chemotherapy and radiation. So they took it all out and gave her treatment and that should be that, right?
Wrong. She’s just had a cancerous tumor removed from the OTHER breast. The damned disease has come BACK. She’s losing her hair again, going through the torment of chemotherapy. Instead of deciding what dress to wear on a date with her boyfriend, she recently had to decide if she wanted 4 chemo treatments over three months (sick as a dog, complete loss of hair) or 8 treatments over 12 months (less sick, less chance of hair loss, drag torture out longer).
If there was ANY justice in the universe, this would not be happening. Jen’s prognosis is dismal. Because she’s young, her cells are vibrant and reproduce quickly. If she’d gotten cancer at 60, her chances would have been better. If it takes you that many years to produce a first tumor, chances are pretty good, you won’t produce another one before the end of your life. When you’re producing a cancerous tumor of a highly metastic type every year and a half however, things are not good. In fact, they suck the big donkey dong. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get a freezer into hell to protect that ice cube’s chance I’ve been told she has.
There’s no way around this. You can’t just cut the damned stuff out and be done with it. It’s fucking SNEAKY. Hides places, comes back unannounced and uninvited. And it doesn’t care who loves you or how kind you’ve been to others or whether you deserve it or not.
No one deserves to go through this…to face the likely end of their life at such a young age. And if anyone DOES deserve it, it’s NOT JEN. Maybe Milosovic. Maybe Charles Manson. But Jen?
Someone better write me a response about some amazing spontaneous remission shit happening or I’m going to sit here and cry all evening. There can NOT be no route out of this. You can’t just be TRAPPED by a few rampant cells on a reproduction spree. There has to be a treatment, a reason Jen’s not as sick as most people in her position. Maybe there’s a Mexican cure or a furlough from disease for nice, sweet people with smiley, dispositions and pretty young faces.
I can’t tell you how bitter this makes me feel.
-L