We are all standing around and talking. The alcohol has been flowing and the cigarettes have been smoked( not by me) and my new friend says something not out of the blue about cancer. About how if we die of cancer it’s not that bad. In America we are lucky to grow old enough to die of cancer. What do you think?
It’s bizarre. But the words, “lucky enough to grow old enough to die of cancer”?
Wouldn’t it be better to say we live longer therefore we will be alive with feeling and experience? I just don’t know.
But dying of cancer, it doesn’t seem lucky at all… =/