Setting the record straight.

There is a rumor going around that I am “fighting cancer.” No way, not so. No fight, skirmish or brawl here. No rumble or roughhousing. Not even a pillow fight. For me, this is not a battle, and the vocabulary implying this is, like war, a win or lose situation simply doesn’t work for me. I have heard from, and read about, too many people that were thankful for what [surviving] cancer brought to their lives—that their lives and relationships were elevated and redirected as a result of this abrupt, unpredicted, and life-altering “gift”. Did anyone ever say that about a war?