Cancer is a word none of us want to hear. Unless you or your child are born between June 21 to July 22. Sadly for my mom she was born during that time and died of the worst cancer, pancreatic. One moment she wasn’t feeling well. Progressing quickly from not being able to eat to exploratory surgery. They closed her up. Gave her six weeks. But she was gone before I could see her again.

I wrote the above paragraph this morning. My jotting gave out. This was about a cancer that happened in 1990s.

Many family members and friends have passed since. And others got reprieved of the cancer sentence.

I wish everyone healthy lives without cancer.

And all the other ribbons that represent.