I lost my mother to cancer when I was 8.
I lost my paternal grandmother to cancer when I was 13.
I lost my paternal grandfather to cancer when I was 22.
I lost my father to cancer when I was 33. My stepmother and I stood together and were there when he died.
The son of a first cousin of mine is 33 and currently has brain cancer.
Cancer is a monster. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even Rush Limbaugh.
That said, I find it extremely difficult to muster sympathy for a man whom I feel has done as much as or more than any other single person to fan the flames of hate in this country. He has literally made a career of manufacturing ill will among Americans, and for what? Money and power. He has done his utmost to make misogyny, xenophobia, homophobia and racism not just acceptable, but the norm among his target audience. There are countless people of good will and good deed who suffer with cancer every day of their lives. My sympathy lies with them.