Well, I didn't know my sister Amy was going to blog about her situation when I went ahead and put up my adorable post about soup. A post which will now move on down the page. Instead go read Amy's post. She has been diagnosed with breast cancer.
I know. I know. I can't believe it either. We are all struggling to process this news.
She is 35, and I was 37 when I was diagnosed. So far it seems like she might be about where I would have been had my disease been found two years earlier. A smaller mass with no lymph node involvement. Or we hope and pray she is.
I was talking to my friends about how we all have this idea that there is a "fair" amount of misfortune that is meted out to each family, and any more than that is "unfair." But of course we know that is not the case. We need only look around us and around the world to see that.
I know she will come through it, whatever it is, like I have come through it. And she will be brave and I'll be funny and we'll blog our way through it and we'll probably be as charming as fuck. But today it just makes me sad and I don't want to do any of it. Not any of it.
But Amy is not such a downer and she would love to hear from you. Go by and say hi and then come back here and say swear words with me.