From the first moment my wife discovered
she had breast cancer, there was a deafening silence from the men I know. Even
ones whose wives, mothers or girlfriends had breast cancer seemed to have
received a gag order from some Central Cancer Command and did little more than
mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started
this blog…
Like the title
says…I don’t know what to say right now, so I’m going to direct you to a post
by a very old friend of mine. I met Bruce Bethke before my wife and I married.
I was looking for a science fiction writers group to join and stumbled across a
notecard at UNCLE HUGO’S SCIENCE FICTION BOOKSTORE (http://www.unclehugo.com/prod/index.shtml).
Bruce, Phillip C.
Jennings, and Geri Balter started meeting, then
sort of drifted apart. Bruce and I didn’t talk much (it was at the advent of
the Internet, so contact was via paper or face-t0-face). Several years later, at a MinniCon, I heard
him speak, re-introduced myself, and as it was now the Age of the Internet, we
renewed our friendship. Older and wiser, we found we had more things in common.
This his wife was
diagnosed with breast cancer.
A few months
later, my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer.
We became actual
friends.
He’s a science
fiction award-winning author; he’s a man who has survived some very difficult
life experiences, and now he’s the executive editor of an on-line speculative fiction
magazine.
A few days ago, he
shared about their most recent experience with breast cancer.
I’ll leave you to
ruminate with him as he looks at jackalopes and cancer…
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