Fuck Cancer...

A lady going through chemo therapy for bowl cancer came in to my job today, looking for shoes as her feet had swollen from treatment.

She was in good spirits and told me how lucky she was she didn't loose he hair.

I could tell she just needed someone to listen, and this someone was me.

But I was really struggling to not loose myself, if that makes any sense. Thinking of Eva every second of that conversation.

Cancer scares me so badly now! 

I wished her all the luck and she left happy. Bless her.

fuck cancer!