Today, I was working at the store when Mr. C came up. He's a big man with a booming voice. With no preparation, he made the announcement. His wife found out last week that her cancer has returned. We were busy, and I had no time to talk, not really, but his news had me reeling in shock. His wife finished treatment after me.
I really try hard not to let news like this affect me, but it does. It does. Inside me there was, once again, an uncurling of something dark and frightening. Anyone who's dealt with this cancer stuff understands this, I'm sure, and we all deal with it in our own way, I suppose. I took a deep breath, and I went back to work. I laughed with my customers, I joshed with my coworkers. I had a good day. If I laughed harder than usual, if I laughed longer than usual, I think that I'm probably the only one who noticed.
It is what it is.