I just got back from Disney World in Florida last week. A destination wedding in the “Happiest Place on Earth.” So there I was, sitting in the Doom Buggy making my way through the Haunted Mansion in the Magic Kingdom. It’s one of my favorite rides in the park. Genius went into making that ride so special. As you leave the mansion, up in the right corner of the room, a “ghost” bids you farewell, with the reminder that “there’s always room for one more.”
And so it is with cancer. In the past few days I’ve had a flurry of emails and phone calls from relatives and friends, all dealing with cancer. These run from one extreme to another. Diagnosis, to treatment to hospice. Cancer’s calendar of woe.
It feels sometimes, like it’s an epidemic out there. I try to stay optimistic about treatment break-throughs and new discoveries in research, but when the calls for help start to pile up, I just can’t figure out what it is that’s going on. How can this beast be so out of control?
Cancer doesn’t really have one good tag line attached to it. So many cancer organizations or fund raisers try to come-up with a catchy phrase, but to be honest, I think Disney came up with it a long time ago..
“There’s always room for one more.”
Unfortunately, that pretty much covers it.