Cancer, it is a real pain in the ass...

For those of you who do not know who I am, my name is James.  I do not have cancer myself (thank goodness), but in my life I am watching it claim my family members one by one.  I come from an average family for the times.  Besides my parents I have (or should I say had) two younger brothers.  My littlest brother Dewayne died of leukemia.  He was the littlest among the family and I didn't get the chance to tell him what I felt.  Roger the middle brother did, my parents did, but me, I was at work.  When Dewayne died, I saw a light go out in my parents eyes.  So much so that my father died a couple of years later due to colon cancer.  Now my father was a Vietnam veteran, a Green Beret who did three tours of duty of active combat.  He was sprayed with Agent Orange when he was there.  We suspected, no, we KNOW that it was the Agent Orange that gave him the cancer.  Further examination of the Agent Orange states that my father and descendants (myself and by brothers) could have an assortment of cancers and other things such as strokes.  Oh, did I forget to state that I had a stroke between my brother and father dying.  So as far as I know, our family does not have a history of cancers.  It was only my family that has it in spades.  Now my mother was just diagnosed three weeks ago with lung cancer with metastasis to the brain.  It has spread to the lymph nodes and the adrenal gland.  I have learned that her father died of liver failure but I do not know if it is because of cancer.  My god, dear buddha, and whatever is above or below, cut it out already!  I am sick of this cancer taking the ones I love.

Pfft.  I am writing this blog to get my feelings out on this whole matter.  There is more to come.