Saturday, July 29, 2006
My brother's diagnosis is in. T'ain't good at all. His cancer is in the pancreas. I think I'd like to be about 5 right now, so I would still be years away from knowing the mortality rate for pancreatic cancer. Yet. I am not 5 and I do know the mortality rates. I can't fix it.
Some people may think I'm being cold or putting him in an early grave. That's far from the truth. I look at facts as a way of coping with the unimaginable and to keep my emotions from running out of control. He got a raw deal coming into the game when our Dad died 3 months after he was born. Now he's got another raw deal. I don't see any justice or purpose in this. Certainly not proportion or chronological progression.