Cancer.  I hate cancer.  Just when you think you’re safe, let your guard down, it strikes again.

My cousin Chet (his name is Keith, we call him Chet…of course) went through a hard battle with Leukemia about 15 years ago.  There were some close calls but he made it out.  Not unscathed however as his wife who he met because she also had Leukemia died 6 months after their wedding date.  So with a broken heart, he rebuilt his life.  He married again to a fantastic person and now has two amazing boys.  So we all relaxed a bit…let the snake sneak up on us.   He is now facing another hard to treat cancer with a tumor in his esophagus.  It just makes me swear.  And say “It’s not fair!” over and over again.  Because it just isn’t.

He sent me some PJ bottoms I had made for him probably 20+ years ago to use as a prayer shawl.  I cried when I got them.  I can’t believe that he has kept them all these years.  There are some serious holes in these things!  Chet, by the way, is a fantastic photographer and one of my photography heroes.  I have a few of his prints up in my dining room so I put his PJ bottoms up on my wall by his prints.  It’s my Chet shrine.  So if you come over and wonder why there are pants on my wall.  It’s for Chet.

I love you Chetter and will continue to be praying for you all as you start treatment next week.