Fucking Cancer

Man.

I haven't written a fucking cancer post in quite awhile.

Roger Ebert though....I can just feel the pit of sadness in my chest. 

Hometown boy of course.

In the last few years I've come to admire him, and his approach to life, so very, very much.

I guess he makes me think of my sister Judi because he still had so much to give....as she did.

I'm pretty good at pushing cancer out of my little inner room of fears these days. On days like this though...that feeling of sadness creeps back in.