Rant: Cancer sucks

This is has nothing at all to do with baseball or any of the alleged themes of this blog. This is just a slice of my aggravation with life. Sue me.

Both my husband and I have lost one parent each to cancer -- with my husband's mother dying at age 39 of breast cancer and my dad dying at age 55 of prostate cancer. They both missed out on being part of my wonderful son's life. We miss them both beyond measure

Now my stepfather, who my son calls "granddaddy," is facing long odds and a flurry of bad news in his battle with his latest battle against colon cancer. It hardly seems fair that he's been given the dread burden at such a young age. He's at a point in life when he should be fretting about more trivial things such as the condition of his lawn, the frustrations of work, the high cost of homeowners' insurance in Florida. It's also supremely unfair that my son, who didn't get to meet two of his grandparents, may lose a third one at such a young age. 

Want to know how you can help? Get involved with the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. And educate yourself.