A cancer tale

Today it was time for my monthly podiatrist appointment.

They say, everybody knows somebody who battled cancer.

In her case, it was her husband, who fought cancer in his liver for two years before he died.

The scar on my left calf is quite big. When I told her my cancer story, she spoke about her husband.

It happened years ago, but I could tell everything is still fresh in her memory.

But neither her husband or me had to walk this path alone, and this is a wonderful thing.

To all those people who care for a relative or a friend suffering from cancer, a big Thank You! Your help is more important than you might ever know.