I am convinced that the dirtiest word in the English language should be pancreas.
Because mine hasn't worked in nearly 20 years, yet suddenly that seems so minor for the moment.
Combine pancreas with that other word that some think should be equally taboo and dirty: cancer. Pancreatic cancer. I called my dad yesterday to wish him a happy Father's Day, and also to learn the results of some tests he had done. His health has been not great over the past several months. It's pancreatic cancer.
Right now, I don't want to dwell on it. I know it's serious. I know treatments like chemo will help, but I also know the truth of the matter is nothing but grim. I'm not sure what to do or say.
I know I'm going to be okay for now. I didn't want to hold this back. I needed you all to know. Thanks for listening.