The Cancer

I remember in Terms of Endearment a scene where Debra Winger is out to lunch with a group of friends and everyone's talking around the fact she has, as she puts it, THE CANCER. But what is there to talk about? There is but one exit for any of us, and who's to say what it really will be? The pain and suffering is not yet upon my mother, no more so than usual, and so anything I have to say about it feels like unnecessary drama, like carving in stone something best written in water. Mary Ellen's visit has me wondering though, is this somehow invalidating?

And so today's lesson is--if it's not working, GET RID OF IT.