The world is short one rockstar Grandma because cancer is an asshole

This is my rockstar Grandma. She lived with cancer for years. Gave up a kidney, part of her bladder and part of a lung to the surgeons, which bought her some relatively smooth sailing. Then, about three years ago, the lung cancer came back or started over or turned up or whatever you want to call it. Since that latest diagnosis, she underwent an enormous amount of chemotherapy, had every side effect in the books, a couple of other conditions, some old, dessicated bits removed and some shiny new bits installed.

She was one brave, strong lady. She had friends of all ages, who gave her rides to the doctor when she needed a hand, took her to the ER when we weren’t able to get there, and stayed with her nights when she was unwell. In a world that is often distant and cold, her neighbors called often, stopped by and dropped off little things, helped her around the house and were generally warm, wonderful and kind. The network she had was just incredible and it’s a real testament to the goodwill she generated over the decades.

Her spirit and determination kept her alive and living a relatively full life until pretty recently. She told us all to get stuffed when we tried to get her to get more help around the house, drove until dismayingly recently (just in the neighborhood, you understand), and insisted on living more or less alone because she didn’t want anyone else in her face.

Last week that rat bastard cancer won.

The rest of the details are as boring as they are awful. And we’ve all seen it before. And I’m just so fucking sick of it. She deserved better.

So I’ve launched a new Web site to tell cancer what I think of it. And I think it can go fuck itself.

Cancer is an Asshole

Kind of says it all, doesn’t it? Basically, I’m hoping to aggregate some good resources, and maybe generate some donations for the worthy cause of telling cancer to get stuffed. Check it out and let me know what you think and any ideas you may have for other ways to stick it to cancer.

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6 Responses to “The world is short one rockstar Grandma because cancer is an asshole”

  1. Your grandma sounds like a great lady. Sorry for your loss. I love the spirit with which you’re meeting it head-on. I’m sure it would make your grandma proud.

  2. You are so sweet, Jasph, thank you. Just trying to make some good in this morass of suck.

  3. “It’s not the ones who throw roses on your grave
    who realize your life didn’t die.
    It’s the ones you rode the roller-coaster with,
    the ones you made love with;
    it’s the children who learned from you to laugh
    exactly the way you do.
    They are where your life went.”
    — Joseph Pintauro, THE MAGIC BOX

    Love you, T. No doubt that your grandma’s generosity and strength will go forward now in you, and then in Baby Girl So Far Nameless, and on and on…

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