I just realized things tonight I guess. Two of my friends were talking/arguing about why breast cancer gets more support/exposure than prostrate cancer. The entire time, I just kind of sat there not saying anything and tearing up a bit. Both of my parents have had scares. My mom had a scare with breast cancer, and my dad had a larger scare with prostrate cancer. This compounds on me remembering my grandfather with brain cancer and basically seeing him deteorate so much with that. The last memory of him was seeing him saying some of the most random things and knowing not even a year and a half before he was going to my little league games and picking me up from school every day in 6th grade. Legitly, it just seems like anytime the topic of cancer comes up, I can't get through it without thinking of all of it. Even my grandmother, going through alzhemeir's, I for some reason look at that as another form of cancer, and it hurts. Tonight, with my two best friends debating whether breast or prostrate cancer should get more exposure, I had to get in the kitchen and start cleaning just to get away from it and shed some tears. It hurts. So yeah. I don't know what to think of all of it. Anytime cancer comes up, I think of the scares with my immediate parents, then think of my grandparents and it hits me hard. It's been 10 years since my grandfather passed from it and 8 since my grandmother passed from alzheimer's, and it still makes me down a lot.