When I think or write about the stages of dealing with cancer, one thought always comes to mind.
I ran into a guy while I was going through radiation treatments. He had a odd look on his face. I asked if he was alright.
He told me he had just learned he had cancer. I said I understood.
The next thing he said told me the odd look, was really fear. “It’s a death sentence.”
I tried to reassuring him, but the nurse called and our talk ended. [Continue Reading]