Cancer is pissing me off today.
My MIL, who is about to turn 81 this year, has been diagnosed with throat cancer. The cancerous cells are on her voicebox. She goes in for surgery tomorrow morning (December . They (the doctors) are going to try to do minimal damage to the voicebox, so she will not lose the ability to talk, but there's no guarantee.
She called us about it Friday afternoon, after the diagnosis. She's in Van Buren, Arkansas. We're in Dallas, Texas. She played it down, saying that it's a routine situation, and there's no need to come up. My wife said, "F*** that shit," and made plans to go up. We talked it over after the phone call, and decided to drive up there Saturday afternoon. I stayed overnight, then headed back to Dallas at noon. She's staying for at least a week, possibly two, depending on the biopsy results. Because she's able to work from home, she's working working from up there. She already has today off as a vacation day, and tomorrow is a paid holiday for her.
We're honestly surprised that it took this long for her mom to have any health issues related to smoking. She has been a smoker since she was 17, so 64 years.
So if you're the praying type, I'm sure prayers for her will be appreciated.
I'm not the praying type, but understand that people seem to think it helps.
tl;dr: Cancer can suck a D.