So today, a woman came into the library: I have seen her before but I don't know her name. She's one of those people that just has an aura of cigarette smoke around them. She always comes in to use the copier--who knows why. Anyways, she's chatting away with Carolyn, the head librarian, and non-chalantly says, "Oh, yeah, I have to go get a lump checked out on my vocal chords. They think it may be cancer." I hope to God that it isn't cancer. I'm so mad at the word "cancer" because of what it entails. Shouldn't a word like that be ten times longer? I do not wish that on anyone. Studies have shown that if the modern human's lifestyle continues, there will be even a greater risk of getting cancer in the future. It almost makes me what to become a geneticist to figure out what's causing cancer, but unfortunately, I do not like pipetting that much. And then, to top it all off, the woman says, "Well, I've been a smoker so I've been expecting it."
???!!!!!??????!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!
If she was expecting it, why take the risk?? AH! It frustrates me how people are so narcisisstic, thinking, "Oh that'll never happen to me." Welcome to the real world. It does.
I've thought about things like that lately. Like, if I died today, would I be satisfied with the work I've done? Having something like cancer hit so close to home really changes your perspective.
Just a penny for your thoughts.
Happy Monday, world.
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