I'm having a f*** cancer period here. A lovely church friend, a previously very active 92 year old, an English war bride, with a gentle spirit and a questioning mind, has recently been diagnosed with late stage ovarian cancer. She's hoping to die at home, perhaps with medical assistance.
Another really nice man, sits behind me, his wife is related to my late husband's family. This started as prostate cancer, and he only has days or weeks now. Sent him 70th birthday wishes, adding that 'we' (Grace) would look after Carol (his wife).
My dog walking friend and neighbour has a lovely second wife who is also battling cancer. She fell this morning and poor Jim had to call the paramedics to get her up and safely back to bed before he came down to walk Lucy. He let me know when he got here that he will be less reliable about picking up Lucy for her walk (he's normally here within a minute of 7:22) due to having to ensure that Beth is up and stable before he leaves.
So yeah, right now, f*** cancer.