Moving right along

I think cancer is a bit of a self-centered disease - or at least it makes me feel a little self-centered sometimes. It's not a bad cancer - and my best friend confessed she has a little cancer envy - she wants her mom to have the cancer I have. But of course, I'm thinking how awful it is because I might not have children. Of course I think God (the deity, etc) wants to keep me in check. I have stage 1, type A cells - the doctor officially confirmed that the cancer hasn't even penetrated the full wall of the uterus. Meanwhile my best friend's mom is dying and choosing between treatments that differ in terms of weeks and months, so I can't ever feel too sorry for myself. Then of course, I do get a little overly tired from this, but not so much I can't function - but when the yard needs to be cleaned and my energy is flagging just a little and I don't want to get out of bed, I want to yell "Cancer" and use it as a get out of all work free card. But then I realize how utterly lazy this would be of me, and sigh, and get up and do what I'm supposed to anyway. :p Meh to being responsible.