All boils down to two words

My mother, Sandra Singer, passed away in April after fighting Pancreatic Cancer for 21 months. She was 67 when she died. To say that her loss has left a hole in my family is an understatement. In one of life's tragic ironies, my parents, PH.D.s in Chemistry, spent many years working for the National Cancer Research Facility. Basically, they were researching cancer and its causes.

To see someone so brilliant and wonderful struck down by this disgusting disease where little could be done to help her (I know there are some moderately-successful treatments but every patient is different and I won't bore you with the details of my mother's medical profile. Suffice it to say, the deck was stacked against her), was something that took me months to finally come to terms with.

A friend of mine told me about this web site and the bracelet and I think the language really sums up, very succinctly, how I feel. I could go on and on about the pain, the loss, and what needs to be done and what should be done but really it all boils down to the two words perfectly chosen for this bracelet: F*ck Cancer.