A friend of mine has just come out of the hospital: Cervical cancer resulting in a hysterectomy at 36. I visited her yesterday and was reminded that not even two years ago, a woman I knew died of cervical cancer spread to uterine cancer at the age of 38. And I recognize the beginning of the long march through our forties and fifties where these things become more common. Not that I expect to lose dozens of friends – but for women, approaching middle-age is a more dangerous time. Personally, my biggest fear is breast-cancer (and early dementia, but that’s for another post).
I’m just glad that at least there is a medical system to deal with it all. In the words of the friend I visited yesterday – when the C word is mentioned, things start to move pretty fast. Which is pretty much what a co-worker of mine who had liver cancer opined a few years ago.
There have been a lot of death and illness reminders around me lately – confluence of suicide threats, cancer scares and parental aging issues. I wish I could sum it all up neatly with a pithy statement, but unfortunately I am just left with the strands all waving about me. Not easily woven into anything tidy.