Jack of Harts

Cancer Sucks.

My mom died of cancer three years ago after fighting it for a few months. It was fast. Far more aggressive than the doctors expected. It attacked her faster and harder. It was originally skin cancer but went to her bones, chewed up her spine, and went everywhere. The treatment worked, but it blasted her heart, so they took her off it because they didn’t want her heart to stop. And the cancer roared back fast enough to overwhelm anything the treatments could do. In the end, Mom saw no hope and chose to stop fighting it. She would have died better if the treatments had finished killing her heart. Instead, the cancer chewed through her brain, painfully and destructively and painfully, until she just went away.

Now we know that Scott Adams has cancer. He says he has prostate cancer that has gone to his bones. He’s known about it since at least last year and probably won’t last through the summer. He’s been using a walker for months, he’s always in pain, and he has weeks or months left. He’s going to probably take a little drink, go to sleep, and drift away. I wish Mom would have had that option.

And of course news came out on Sunday that Joe Biden has prostate cancer as well. That it is in the bones and that he is going to die soon. Cancer sucks. How long as he known about it? They say Friday. I don’t believe that. It’s caught by a standard yearly blood test. The same blood test his doctor’s didn’t talk about last time. And he said back in 2022 that had cancer. That might have been his mind going, but I think it was probably just him forgetting to censor that bit out. Because his mind was going. We deserve to know how long he’s had it. We need to know for very important political and criminal reasons.

And at the same time, I can say I’m sorry for him. Cancer is not an easy way to go. The cancer is ripping you apart piece by piece and it hurts. It hurts for a long time. It hurts until you die. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, and I hope he gets out easier and quicker than Mom did. Maybe he can take a drink with Scott Adams and they can check out together.

In the end, Cancer Sucks. And that’s all there is.