I hate cancer.

I survived Mother's Day, I made it past the one-month anniversary of my mother's death, but somehow it just all keeps coming back to me. It seems like so many people I know have lost a loved one to cancer, have a loved one with cancer, or have had cancer themselves. It's everywhere.

A close coworker just got the news this afternoon that her mother's lung cancer, which was treated last year with chemo and radiation, has spread to her brain. Two close family friends have fathers with lung cancer now, one in the late stages.

It just sucks. With everything else in the world that isn't fair, why do diseases have to pick off the good people?