The Big C
My Aunt has breast cancer. She has known about the lump in her breast for a long time but she did nothing about it. We all know how cancer is when it strikes. It said to be a traitor. One day you are up and about seemingly healthy, the next day you can no longer get out of bed. This morning, my cousin called me saying that her mom has difficulty breathing. She wants somebody to assist her as she does not know what to do. Since their house is only a few minutes away from ours, I commissioned a tricycle so that I can rush going to their house. As we were talking, my aunt showed me her breast. The supposedly glorified mounds have been turned into a decaying piece of meat. Puss was coming out of the side of the breast that was "operated out". My heart sank. Ours is a lower middle class family. A family of policemen and teachers who get by with a loan here and there and with what is left with their meager salary. Cancer is not an option as we cannot afford the rounds of chemo that goes with it. We have decided to help with what little we have. I think that's what families are for. I am just hoping and praying that my aunt does not suffer so much. May God bless her and our family.