The thing about cancer is that it's a bastard.
It mocks our ability to nurture; our fertility; our love of life and food and drink, by taking over the things with which we nurture; bring to life; celebrate love, digest and taste and generally enjoy things. It uses good things against us. Because it is a bastard.
When people talk about someone's "battle" against cancer, they forget that in cancer, our strength is turned against us. The normal, joyful, life-affirming multiplication of cells is turned into our enemy. People with cancer can be sick, low, depressed or utterly despairing. Their brains themselves can be overtaken. This is not because they are not "fighters". It is because cancer is a bastard.
And when people act like someone's to blame because they've got cancer - when the mid-range tabloids tell us that only by eating / not eating a certain food. When we're told that stress increases our chances of getting it - which may cause us stress. Remember that the world we live in, the ages to which we now live - these also contribute. When people blame themselves - thinking they must have done something awful to deserve it. Don't blame a sufferer. Cancer takes advantages of the life we live, in the place we are in. Cancer can just occur through a random mutation. Because cancer is a bastard.
And when you hear someone referred to as a "survivor", remember that doesn't mean they are clear. They have passed a milestone after treatment. They can celebrate the milestone - rightly so, because every day on this world is a gift. But the enemy can still lay waiting, genetically like us. Just still, just biding its time. Because it is a bastard.
In the world to come, there will be no tears, no death, no fear and no cancer. No shame - because some still feel shame when they are diagnosed. No hopes, aspirations or plans cut short. No too-soon farewells, no worries that the lurker will return. But that is in a place yet to come.
In this world we can support the people who work to find cures to this disease. Let's pray for their work (and/or give to them to support them according to choice). Their work is important. Because cancer is a bastard.
Cancer Research UK