Eugh

Amalah recently brought me back to the world of Cancer, Baby. Today, Cancer, Baby's author, Jessica, died.
I don't know why her death has permeated my life as much as it has, perhaps it is indicative there is hope for all of us yet. That we still have the ability to be touched.
One of her very first posts talks about cancer becoming a watermark on her life.
I don't want to detract from the quiet moment many of us are taking on this horrible day that cancer took someone away, but it is such a good way of encapsulating how something you have no control over marks you.
Mongo chromosomes are a watermark too.