Shaken

I just found out that a woman I went to college with, someone I liked a helluva lot, lost her battle with breast cancer. She, like me, kept a cancer blog, although unlike me, she kept it from the beginning of her treatment for breast cancer recurrence. Here’s a link to the first entry. Like mine, her story begins on Friday 13.

I knew she had cancer. To my college classmates, those who know both of us, when I was diagnosed, it was, “Oh did you hear, she has cancer too?” Hers was worse than mine from the outset.

I never reached out to her. It would have been weird. “Hi old friend, I’m a shit about keeping in touch with people, but I remember liking you, and, hey, we both have cancer.” It was a note I never sent. I kinda wish I had, but I felt, and still feel, that it would have been intrusive.

It doesn’t mean that I don’t care, or that I’m not shaken to the core.