my mother’s friend’s husband, who i also know well because about 8 years ago, he and i took a group of mid-pubescent boys on a backbacking trip in colorado for about a week, is dying of cancer. and not just dying but like, rapidly deteriorating, in massive amounts of pain, can’t get himself out of bed anymore, cancer. he was only diagnosed a few months ago, and now ann is losing the love of her life right before her eyes and i can’t even imagine going through something that horrifying. and hearing about it, 600 miles away, makes me feel that if i don’t do everything with in my power to help fight this awful disease, i am a horrible person. because i am healthy, 100 percent perfectly healthy, and so i should commit everything i have to finding a cure. i should join this training group, i should donate money, i should cut off my hair and donate it so a child undergoing treatment can have a wig… another friend — this time of mine! only 30 years old! was diagonosed with breast cancer… and again, the feeling. i have to do something.
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I should do this and so should you
