I had the strangest thought last weekend as I attended my daughter’s fifth grade orchestra concert and surveilled the audience in the (nearly full) auditorium:
Who here has cancer?
That is sobering information.
Scanning the crowd, I didn’t see any obvious candidates.
But then again, I was there with my post-mastectomy surgical drains hidden under my boxy jacket.
I was also there last fall, attending a prior concert, and undoubtably I had cancer then.
I just didn’t know it.
Who else was here, knowingly or unknowingly living with cancer?
Of the U.S. total, there are 768,470 women survivors who have lived more than 30 years since diagnosis.
I would do almost anything to be one of them.