I found out today that a professor I had last year is may become yet another casualty in the war against cancer. While miracles do happen, I hear it’s not looking good.

It’s not enough that something as cheap as an extreme sickness can prematurely end your life, it’s the degradation of the person that gets to me… the idea of them wasting away. I can only hope none of them feel the pain.

I constantly wish I didn’t have to think of something as depressing as cancer everyday.

But I do. I can’t help it.

Especially when it leaves daily reminders in your body of the worst time of your life. It’s hard to believe that I’ve overcome this thing twice in my life. It was also a grim realization that I may never be 100% again. It is still a lot to comprehend.It’s not something I really like to talk about, but I feel it helps me realize how lucky I am when things might not exactly be going great for me.

It’s strange to think that something as terrible as this gave me a newfound optimism for life. You just can’t let the bad things get to you.

It goes without saying that nothing like this ever happens to anyone I really care about. But if it does, I hope it happens to me again instead, because I don’t think I could handle seeing someone in a position that I know too well.

I am currently involved in Relay for Life. I hope everyone will do something to help prevent something terrible from happening to a loved one.

I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I just want people to understand that things are never really that bad and that they can always be so much worse.

So enjoy life and treat everyone with the utmost love and respect that you can afford unto them.

And if you’re a cancer survivor, never take it out on people like Lance Armstrong did. Read “It’s Not About The Bike” if you don’t believe me.

Peace.