F*ck Cancer

Or: How I've come to understand grief and anticipatory grief through loss

June 20th marks the start of the Cancer season in astrology, so I thought I’d share something about cancer. Welcome to my not-so-subtle way of trying to align themes, even though they’re not remotely related. I know; I’m a weirdo, or at least my brain is. Anyhow, here’s something I wrote a couple months ago.

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Let me start by saying that if you don’t like cussing, I’m sorry. But as I type this, I’m angry. And hurting. Because… cancer.

Filed under the “let’s get real” segment of my writing, I can only offer that I am undergoing an almost surreal grief journey, working on making sense of the erratic waves of emotions that can blindside me in the middle of the day. I thought the worst of my grief was behind me, and in some ways it was. Until the other shoe dropped, just before Christmas 2023.