Hoping mom is wrong...
My mother just got back from visiting my aunt. The same aunt that is fighting off a second round of breast cancer. The same aunt that I went with my mother to visit back in the summer.
Sadly, mom is reporting that she doesn't think my aunt is doing all that well and that my uncle has a huge burden on him as he does everything he can for my aunt.
Since maturing into adulthood I've not said this very often, but I really hope mom is wrong. I hope my aunt is winning her fight, and hope that she's around for a long, long time, though I fear that mom is probably right and it may not be a fight gets to partake in too much longer.
Really, I hope that the near term future holds a cure of some sort for cancer, or at least as many forms of it as possible. Much has changed in my lifetime, and I hope much more does, at least in the areas of medical science. I'd love to be able to look back in say 5 - 10 years and say something to the extent of "do you remember when we had to worry about cancer?" but I suspect I may not live long enough to ever get to say that. Here's hoping I'm as wrong in that prediction as I hope my mother is in her diagnosis of the situation with my aunt.