For the first time in my life, I’m struck with how “not okay” cancer can be.  Not okay cancer is cloaked in a dark robe of inoperability.  Inoperable and metastatic. Inoperable, metastatic, and stage IV. Inoperable, metastatic, and stage IV at 32 with a bleak prognosis.

Please pray for my friend as he starts chemo next week.  Two days ago he was blissfully ignorant of the journey in which he’s about to embark.  I hope the reason I’ve had my path is to be a source of strength and honesty in times like these.

Cancer does not play fair and seems to prey on the brightest lights of all.

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