If you feel inclined, share your/your family's/your friends stories and experiences with cancer. It helps to talk about it.
18 years ago my little brother was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer before the age of one. Our family was told that he wouldn't live to be two. Through the miracle of medicine and brilliant doctors he was saved from an infant death. More than four craniotomies, several bouts of chemotherapy and a couple radiation treatments left him with a condition similar to Autism and little control over the extremities on his left side (tumor was on right hemisphere of his brain). But he lived, and the tumor shrank and didn't grow for years.
Now, at the age of 19, it seems that the tumor we thought was dormant has gotten larger and he seems to be regressing quickly. My parents are forced with the decision of what to do going forward. We don't know the options yet as the neurosurgeons haven't laid it out, but they will be going in tomorrow to receive the news.
I'm sad personally, but I can't imagine how my parents feel. The boy they created was almost taken right after he was born. His entire life has been a struggle. My mom has mentioned to me before that at this point they have considered just making sure he is comfortable, as it just may be his time.
I'm struggling with wanting him to live and be "better" but also thinking (and feeling guilty for thinking it) that it may be easier to let the cancer take him. My brother would no longer be struggling with this disease, and my parents wouldn't have to deal with the daily weight of caring for him.
Either way I know that this experience has added to my life personally, it's just hard to think about the positive things that have come from it when you're focusing on the void that would be left if he's gone.
On a TNation related note: I had thought of taking this week off from the gym, but I'm pretty sure that it will help my mental state too. So tomorrow maybe I'll set a bench PR, either way I'm going to hit it hard.
Cliffs Notes: Fuck Cancer.