I am not an alarmist.

Okay, I sort of am.

One time, I thought I was getting a strange skin growth on my face. Until I wiped it away. It was called peanut butter. Another time, I knew I was diseased when all of my fingernails suddenly turned orange. I forgot that I was experimenting with self-tanning lotion. (By the way, I also thought my car was diseased when the leather driver’s seat started to stain in strange spots.)

In 2013, when my friend Nancy told me she was feeling bloated and it wouldn’t go away, we  joked about gas like eight year-olds teenage boys two mature and sophisticated women. She subsequently went to get her colon checked. It was healthy.

It turned out that she had a late-stage ovarian tumor that had started to secrete fluid into her abdomen. She fought hard to kick cancer’s ass and gave it a tremendous fight, but a year and a half later, she was gone.

She was 52 years old.

My friend S recently told me she had been feeling bloated.

Alarm bells blared in my ears. I didn’t want to hear them. I didn’t want to share them with her. But I did because I told myself that if any woman ever used the word “bloated” in a conversation, I would inquire further and gently ask them to consider seeing their gynecologist. Many symptoms of ovarian cancer are disguised as common symptoms that we all experience.

S was one up on me. She had already seen her gynecologist and everything appeared fine. Phew. Stupid alarmist. Why did you have to scare the crap out of me?

But as it turns out, all is not fine.

Ovarian cancer is nefarious. It slips quietly into a room and by the time you notice it, it has taken up most of that space. It’s greedy. It wants more. It wants to suffocate you from the inside out. And you can look for all sorts of reasons why it showed up in the first place, but one of those reasons could simply be, as scientists termed it: bad luck.

I love my female friends. They are my support system. And I have a hard time understanding why I would even have to consider giving them up. Why are they being attacked? While I’m at it: breast cancer, leave us alone, too. All cancers. Just go away.

Stuart Scott, an ESPN anchor and sportscaster, recently passed away from his battle with a rare form of appendix cancer. About six months before he passed, he said these heroic and inspiring words:

“When you die, it does not mean that you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, why you live and the manner in which you live.”

My friend S is transcendently forgiving, full of grace, and tough as nails. She will be navigating her way with the kind of light that you need to see through those dark places.

They don’t call it the hero’s journey for nothing.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez



6 thoughts on “heroes

  1. oh no,am i reading this correctly? somebody else has cancer? ugh! how do we make this ugly cancer go away. i feel like in the last week i’ve heard of people dying and being diagnosed with cancer and they all seem too young, like in their late 30’s to early 50’s. its so scary! xo g.


  2. Jane, I’m so sorry about your friend. Nancy.

    I did hear about Stuart Scott and his words…and I love the Gabriel Garcia Marquez “invincible heart” line you posted here, and can only imagine how much you loved her.

    Horrible disease, and finding cures for all forms of cancer is where we should be spending our collective brain and resources instead of all the other crap that we focus on…

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    • Thank you, Jane. Yes, I totally agree about finding cures. I had cancer and so did my mom (twice). I kind of wonder if maybe some money, like what goes into the space program could be diverted? I don’t know enough about it, though. Do we really need to know that much about space? I don’t think anyone from NASA will ever read this, so I’m safe 🙂


      • My Aunt died of cancer too, Jane.

        I’m thinking as well of all that is spent on wars, machines of war, and the aftereffects and devastation. Maybe one less fighter jet so those funds can go to cancer research? I don’t know the stats on what is spent where, but it seems to me this is a disease we should have figured out by now.

        Hey, you never know about NASA people reading your blog, someone could have forwarded them your post (like I forwarded your https://janeintraining.com/2013/07/13/must-love-dogs/ to my sisters, and they may — I don’t know this for sure — but they may know someone at NASA).


        • Oh…your aunt, too…more reasons to hate cancer…

          I know the benefits and importance of medical research; we are quite lucky now to have had advancements in managing different cancers. All the more reason to throw money in this direction!

          I almost fainted because I thought you forwarded my blog post to NASA. I thought all Janes needed to stick together, haha! If someone from NASA is reading this, I dare them to contact me.

          Aw, thanks for sending your sisters one of my posts!!


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