I am not a cancer survivor personally. But both of my grandmothers, luckily, survived breast cancer in their lives. Both wonderful ladies passed on this year, from natural causes. My fear of this awful disease stays with me each and every day, and I hope that breast cancer is not in my future. I pray for all of the various charities that raise money to help fund the amazing researchers trying to find a cure for this unbelievable disease. My husband and I donate to several different charities and buy merchandise to help in fund cancer research in any way we can. Cancer has touched me by my human family, and also by my animal family. My first loss to cancer was our wonderful kitty girl, Paisley. She contracted lung cancer at the age of 15, and we lost her 4 days before Christmas that year. Then, our wonderful kitty girl Tigger (who we took in after my father in law passed away suddenly in 2001) passed from liver cancer at the age of 15. She had pancreatitis and inflammatory bowel disease, and all of a sudden, got very sick. We couldn’t figure out what the problem was. After an exploratory surgery, the vet found that she had a second gallbladder. The veterinary specialist that we went to removed 75% of her gallbladder, but had to leave the remaining 25% because it had ducts going to her liver and her pancreas. (So it was a functioning extra gallbladder.) They biopsied all of her organs to check for cancer, and all came back negative. Two weeks later, she became very yellow and was going downhill, and that is when we found the liver cancer and she passed. Then, after what we thought was a really bad case of upper respiratory infection, found that on January 14 of this year that our 4 year old kitty McMurphy actually had a tumor in his nasal cavity- nasal adenocarcinoma. The veterinary specialist informed us that it was definitely terminal, as this type of cancer has a 2-4% cure rate. With aggressive chemo, we would probably get 10-12 months with him (at a cost of $6000). With less aggressive chemo, 4-6 months. We chose the less aggressive chemo, so that we could still continue to care for our other animals in our home (we do rescue). Happy to report that as of today, he is doing very well, still on his chemo regimen, and still with us. We have been blessed each day that he is with us, as he is still symptom free and in good health. His 4 to 6 months should have been up in June, so we consider ourselves lucky and on borrowed time with him, and we enjoy each and every day he is in our lives. He has been maintaining his weight over the past several months, and actually put on 4 oz in the last 3 weeks when we had his checkup last week. This could be due to his nightly extra treat of meat baby food, which he actually loves, so we believe that is helping to maintain his weight! And as if McMurphy’s cancer that wasn’t bad enough, in September, while petting my 11 year old kitty girl Biscuits on the belly, felt just a few small lumps around one of her nipples. I took her to the vet the next morning, and we scheduled a biopsy. And of course, it came back as mammary adenocarcinoma. But the lucky thing is that based on the size of the tumors and how quickly I found it, we believe that we caught it in time before it spread to her lymph nodes. So, a radical bilateral mastectomy was in her future! We scheduled the first one for the next day, and did her left side. It was a painful and sad 4 days after surgery while we babied her and kept her on a lot of pain meds and as comfortable as possible. Once she healed fully from that, we did the right side. She has healed now completely from that, and we hope that she is now cancer free. But, only time will tell. The only way to find out if it has spread to her lymph nodes is to remove one and biopsy, and it is a terrible, painful surgery. And if it has spread, knowing earlier isn’t going to help her anyway. So we have decided against the lymph node biopsy and are just watching her closely for any symptoms in the future. Our hope is that she will remain cancer free and in our lives for as long as possible. So, now you know why CANCER SUCKS for me, and for my husband, Dwain.