I have a hard time using the term battling because in a battle there are rules of engagement.
With cancer I have begun to believe it is a sneaky bastard who steals away your family members.
There are no rules you can not have a sit down.
Your people can not talk to their people.
So last fall not long after the passing of my brother my sister Lee began to talk about not feeling well.
Shortly after eating her stomach would bother her and she would feel nauseous.
The concern for her well being grew and I urged her to see the doctor.
I had just lost one sibling and did not want to lose another.
It has taken weeks of testing to find out that she too is suffering from cancer.
How can that be?
I am stunned beyond words.
This is so close to losing Jay how could this possible happen twice to us?
We don't know at this time how she will react from treatment or if there is a course of treatment that she can take.
So my word of the day has become FU*K
Sometimes you just have to say FU*K because nothing else seems to carry the weight that this word does at this time.
And to top this off she is being sued.
Yes, sued by some one who's parents were squatters in a house my sister was selling over 17 years ago.
She is being sued to exposing this person to lead paint at the age of 3.
Good god people! My sister did not rent this house to her parents.
Her parents broke into Lee's house and lived there.
When it was discovered they were there they stole everything they could to sell.
The crazy thing about this is they will win a settlement off the insurance my sister had on the house back then.
You can not make this sh*t up.
So bear with me if I am a litle off.
I am trying to find my balance.
To top this off the insurance company will pay for her test but not her treatments.
I kid you not.