From the old archives : Cancer Story.

i heard a man's cancer story at the hairdresser's today.

it made me sad because it reminded me what cancer can do to someone...

and to their family.

the pain, the hair and weight loss, the medication, the chemo, the remission, the medical terms, the constant doctor visits, not being able to do a lot of things you could before, the side effects....

"i have cancer"

he said it quietly and yet... like he'd come to terms with it.

hearing that, it instantly changed my view of him (not in a bad way).

when he walked in, i thought he was your typical old man with back problems (he was walking pretty slow)

as soon as he said that he had cancer, i instantly thought of how well he was doing.

he was walking great. for a cancer patient he was in great shape as far as the eye could tell. i wanted to say something, but i couldn't find any words.

cancer of the blood, he said

taking chemo in the form of pills, he said

the result of mutated genes, he said

it all got started from talking about work, and why he couldn't do work outside anymore.

he said "if i wake up and feel good, it's a good day."

it's so true.

it got me thinking... remembering...

i don't know if i'll ever see him again but i hope he beats the cancer. because it's not fair.

watching the hair fall from the scissors i wondered how long it will be until he looses his hair... and how long it will be until he's able to say he needs a haircut...