Friday, January 7, 2011


Cancer scares the crap out of me. It has for years.
There was a point in my life when I was going to do everything possible to reduce my chance of getting skin cancer. So SPF was worn all the time, and if I happened to be at the pool, I sat in the shade. I never bought a big floppy hat, but that's an oversight on my part. I had moles removed, and have been watching new ones grow.
After a few years, I realized I probably wouldn't get skin cancer, but some toe cancer related to size 11 footed women.
Now I realize trying to avoid cancer is like avoiding death. It's going to happen, I just don't know when or how.
That might sound deep and dark, but it's true. Cancer doesn't care that you are a baby or an old man. That you have curly hair or recycle your cardboard.
I know that there are lifestyle and environmental factors that increase your risk of cancer. But plenty of doctors and health care professionals get diagnosed each year.
I know I will drive myself silly with the "what if's" but I would rather face it head on than hiding in the bushes.