A few weeks ago, I was greeted with hugs and kisses from Noah wearing his “save the boobies” onsie. It’s cute and endearing and a great way to make a statement; put it on an adorable baby and people will say “awwww. Look at that, Junior thinks cancer is bad.” But whatever, they’ll pay attention.
Fast forward to 20 minutes ago. I’m sitting here minding my own business, enjoying some thai food courtesy of the lovely people at Trader Joe’s and watching Ti – it’s about as good as Ishtar – tanic, when I get an email from the madre. An email in which I’m informed via massive missive that my recently turned 40 year old Aunt, has breast cancer.
Now given the mere 20 minutes and 34 seconds that I’ve had to process this, I’ve only come to the conclusion that this sucks big hairy donkey balls. We won’t get into the fact that breast cancer is known to be passed on or that my grandmother (my mother’s mother and my aunt’s mother) has Alzheimer’s which can also be genetic, thereby rendering me completely fucked (oh yes, this will revert back to me. I am narcissist, hear me roar). No, we won’t get into that right now. For now we’ll just say fuck cancer and crap ass James Cameron movies and an obligatory: save the boobies.
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Oh wow, I am so sorry to hear that. That’s a lot to process, especially coming from an email. Save the Boobies indeed.
Yeah, major suction (and not in a good kinda way). Let’s hope for early detection and successful treatment.
Sorry to hear about your aunt and your potentially bad genes. Take care of yourself and your boobies.
ugh, sorry boo.
I’m sorry to hear about your aunt. Hopefully they caught everything soon enough to be able to do some good. Save the boobies indeed!
No es bueno. I’m sorry you had to find that out over email. That’s a hard thing to deal with. Hopefully they caught it at an early stage and her boobies will be good as new in no time!
Email? That’s a horrible way to break such news.
Viva la boobies!
Both of those diseases coincidentally run in my family as well.
Save the boobies!
I am so sorry to hear this Heather.
Oh no. I’m really sorry to hear that.
I’m so sorry Heather. Wish I could give you a hug right now.
Save the boobies! Save the boobies!
So sorry about your aunt!
Thank you all for the nice thoughts. Also, my mother would like for me to tell you all that she didn’t mean to tell me by email and that she just sent it to me and didn’t think about it. She apologized profusely. She would also like for me to stop writing about her on the internet, but that’ll be a cold day in hell.
I am SO OVER cancer and wish it would just go away. It has no redeaming qualities and is dumb.
Good luck to your Aunt and the rest of your family. My thoughts are with you guys!
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[...] My mother’s sister died yesterday while I was busy relishing in the ideas that Helen Jane and I had bounced between each other the evening before, my aunt died in her sleep just as she wanted to. With my mother sitting next to her and because after six years of waging war against breast cancer she grew tired or so my mother said. [...]