One of my earliest memories of cancer is seeing a movie on television when I was a kid – I think it was “Stolen Hours” with Susan Hayward – in which a not-so-nice lady was humbled and humanized by it, and finally succumbed to it. When the movie’s characters talked about a brain tumor, I thought they were saying “brain doomer.” Back then, it might as well have been.
My other memory is of visiting a sweet elderly widow from church, bedfast at home from an untreatable cancer. Her name was Anna Clancy, and like many other residents of the area near my church in the Fountain Square area of Indianapolis, she was originally from Germany and had the accent to prove it. She knew she would never return there, but loved to see and share with us color slides from her homeland in her GAF stereo viewer. On one visit, she gave me the chocolate-brown plastic viewer and all the gorgeous slides; it was an early version of the View-Master. For a child like me with poor distance vision and no ability to fuse the images from my two eyes more than a few feet away, the device was pure magic. It turned out to be our last visit. I think she knew it would be.
I hate cancer.
It has taken shots at my maternal grandmother, my mom, my older sister and even me. It has threatened and taken relatives, friends, colleagues anf neighbors.
There’s nothing fair about cancer. I survived a pretty easily survivable type of it in my early twenties, but it took away my ability to father children. Sure, we’ve been able to adopt the two greatest kids in the whole world. But no thanks to cancer.
Cancer doesn’t care whether you are young or old, male or female, wealthy or poor, healthy or infirm, gay or straight, black or white or somewhere in between. It is very democratic. But it is not fair.
Now cancer is trying to kill my sweet wife Angi.
She is battling it with all her might, while it slowly saps every ounce of strength she has. I hate that she has to.
I hate that it sneaked up on her like a filthy thief. Pancreatic cancer has no outstanding symptoms. It’s almost always diagnosed too late.
I hate what it is doing to her; torturing her, starving her, drying her out, weakening her.
I hate what it is taking away from her: food and water, strength, comfort, health, pleasure, hair, dignity.
Yet no matter what cancer takes, it does not take away her patience, her persistence, her cheer, her love, her faith.
I hate what it is giving her: wracking pain, nausea, dry heaves, insomnia.
I hate that I try to help and there is not really one thing I can do to make life better for her, and I am still worn out at the end of the day.
I hate what cancer is doing to my family.
I hate having to sell our house because I’m not working fulltime and wouldn’t be able to make payments on it nor utilities for it if it fell to me.
I hate the prospect of having to move and not knowing when or where.
I hate what this cancer is doing to my kids, to Gran, to extended family and dear friends and church siblings.
I especially hate the stress and uncertainty this is all putting on my daughter, about to turn 17 and fighting her own brave battles.
I hate cancer, the slow torturing killer of loved and loving people. I hate cancer because it is evil. I hate cancer because it is of the accuser.
Cancer lies. And we know who the father of lies is.
Cancer murders. And we know who was a murderer from the beginning.
It doesn’t help to hate cancer. Just hating it doesn’t help at all.
But cancer isn’t a person. I don’t get any picture from scripture that there’s anything wrong with hating an evil thing. When I think about cancer, I can’t help but hate it.
I hate it.
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I’m right there hating w/ya, dear blogfather.
I hate it, too. BTW, Susan Hayward eventually died of a brain tumor.
I do too Keith, but just think we are promised a place where cancer cannot go. a threshold that pain and suffering cannot cross. I watched more than one in my family die with that terrible body invader, I said a prayer of thanks to God, when at last they passed from this retched life into the one promised. I was 38 years old when my Mom passed from this ragged earth, I sat and cried like a baby, to this day I don’t know whether it was from relief, or sorrow, probably a lot of both.if I had a magic formula Keith I would bring it to you, but I don’t so I guess we will both cry a little and look forward to the future.
God bless you brother
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Keith, I’ve been following this recent chapter in your life since the February 19th post, but haven’t left a comment so far, because truly, I have no words; other than to say I am remembering you in prayer each day. God, be with Keith and Angi and the rest of the family in this time of need and do what only you can do.
I hate it too! I hate what you are going through!
I am so sorry Keith. I hate it too. I took the life of my niece Lynn at age 43.
All I have is tears and prayers to share with you and your family today.
PS: Interesting to note that diabetes caused us to adopt back in the 80s.
Thanks for the kind words, folks.
Me too. Praying.
I understand something of what you are talking about, Keith and I sympathize. I watched my mother die of cancer. My wife’s sister and two brothers all died of cancer as did their father. My wife didn’t die of cancer, but as a result of another sure killer – diabetes which destroyed her kidneys, putting her on dialysis and then complications from that. Diabetes is just slower and one never knows which of the complications will finally be the cause of death. It is something I hate for what it does to the victim and their families. My prayers are for your wife, you and your children.
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I hate cancer! I was diagnosed with stage 4 – Oesophageal cancer in May 2013, which was also detected in my liver and lymph nodes. Early detection? No, just throwing up blood which took me to the emergency room where after more tests – it all went down hill from there. Currently on a chemo treatment called EOX. I what it’s doing to my sweet wife and 5 children. My wife and I are 48 yrs. old. We have faith and pray all the time. I am lucky I am still able to work because my company has the good insurance. Good Luck Keith and Angi. God Bless!
I’m afraid Angi went home to be with the Lord two months ago, Brian — but thank you for your kind thoughts. My prayers are with you and your good family.