Fuck You Cancer
My brothers widow has cancer. It had been in remission for several years. Every six months I take her in for review of her scans just in case. Usually she is in and out and we are high fiving and going out to lunch.
Not this time.
Her cancer is back and aggressive, in three places. I got her sorted out with appointments for a PET scan and a surgeon, drove her home and settled with her daughter to care for her.
Be advised: I have little tolerance today for whiners, trigger warnings, offended pussies, or stupid hippies that don't realize how fucking stupid they are.
--If I could, I'd stay home today. I would be safer for the world...