Cancer's Really Really Mean

It is. Mean. Not nice.  Just comes into people's lives and turns it upside down, sometimes killing said life.  I hate that.

So many people are getting diagnosed CANCER. It's mind-boggling, isn't it? Nice people, people who do nice things, think nice thoughts, do good deeds, pay tithes.  Cancer doesn't care. It just shows up wherever it wants, in whomever it wants.  MEAN!

I don't want cancer. I know, nobody does, right? True, but I really don't want cancer.

I am sitting here watching some Oprah Super Soul Sunday.  A young-ish woman is diagnosed with Cancer.  The show is kind of following her around, showing us her experience.  She's in a bookstore looking at a Doopak book and she says that there's a whole chapter on detoxing from coffee!!!


COFFEE???? Why they gotta bring that up? Especially since, tired as I am from working a brutal job last night, I still managed to throw on some clothes to get a medium caramel coffee from the Dunkin.  At least I didn't get sugar.  I decided to put my own sugar in at home, since the Dunkin is known for putting tons of sugar in your lite-n-sweet.

I know it would be better if I stopped drinking coffee.  Just the other day I was resolved to knowing that I just don't want to stop.  It's ok. I can have a measly cup of coffee a day if I want to.

But I don't want cancer.  Seems caffeine, fat stuff, processed stuff, not very natural stuff can contribute to cancer. And I don't want cancer.  I feel I should start this very minute preventing it (or at least feeling like I am) but stopping the bad intake behaviour (i want to spell that just like that). (months later, looking at that sentence, I don't know what I was saying, so I cannot edit it, because I don't know what I was trying to say...)

So, I don't know, I just don't know.

Just wanna stop now, I wanna take a nap right this very minute......maybe more in a little while...



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