Perhaps I shouldn't be posting here at all. Out of respect for everyone and the purpose of this forum, I am making a conscious effort to write clearly rather than my usual haphazard way. I cannot quite explain why I have been spending so much time here lately, reading every single thing. Perhaps it is because my fear of cancer borders on insanity—a fear rooted in the day my grandfather passed away from that disease. Maybe it is the anxiety of waiting for a friend's test results, or perhaps it is the fact that someone I am intimate with has faced this monster herself; even though she has been doing well for over five or six years now, I still tremble during every checkup. It might just be human curiosity, though I sincerely hope I am not exploiting your suffering for that reason. Reading your stories leaves me feeling both grateful for my own health and terrified of the future. Please forgive me if my presence feels disrespectful to you, your loved ones, or your circumstances; that is truly never my intention.
Every so often, I stop in pure disbelief after reading about certain fates. Zazie, Tasha, Dina9, Najmilija... may they rest in eternal peace. I hope they are in some beautiful place now, watching over those who cared for them. If I have missed anyone, please accept my apologies, but certain posts have left a permanent mark on my heart. All those young, powerful women—it is inconceivable and unacceptable to me that they are gone. They were fighters, heroes, angels, superheroes. They deserved to live. They deserved to be mothers, daughters, wives, and friends. They deserved so much more. Yesterday, the news about Dina9 hit me hard. For some reason, I was convinced she had made it; I somehow missed her final updates and the notice of her passing. Perhaps I read her messages more than most, but it struck a chord. Then there was Zazie, who defied every grim prognosis and remained a cornerstone
Tasha... I am speechless, especially since she had just become a mother. And Najmilija, who never even got the chance to see the beauty of this world. I wanted so badly for all of them to live, and for these diagnoses to simply stop coming...
I realize some of these events happened ten years ago or more. I know I am late to the conversation, that I wasn't part of these stories, and that I have no real reason to reach out. Perhaps I am being selfish, trying to clear my own conscience because I feel guilty reading such sensitive matters that don't involve me. Regardless, please forgive me once more if I have caused any offense.
Angela Wright, Una, and the others—my deepest respects to you. I admire you just as much as the heroes I mentioned above. You help others so selflessly, even while fighting your own battles. Respect. To everyone else battling this beast or cheering on your loved ones, I send nothing but positive energy and love. You are winners. You are the strongest and the bravest.
Respectfully, just an insignificant, humble observer.