Originally Posted by
Tins
Cancer is a lonely road, although many journey down it... My brother, who I never met, went down it via leukeamia. He was mom's first born and he was also called John, which is fun. He was diagnosed at seven, died two years later At that time he was the longest known survivor. Wow. My sister, one of three, got something they call glioblastoma multoforme IV, which is a particularly nasty form of brain tumour, at 60. Told us three months. She got six years. I still miss her, of course. Jan got maybe six months, we got six weeks. Mum lived to be very nearly 103.
The idea that there's a God, or even a fate, is ridiculous to me. If God exists, why am I so lonely?