What I remember from cancer, growing up, is that it was a rarer disease. Not something you get from the air, the water, from food or aging. Not, for sure, something babies are born with. So the first time I heard my grandma’s Clara had returning lung cancer I was devastated. The first time she got it was I a baby. My recollection is something small and “simple”: a lump, removed, some chemo, done. Now, more than twenty years later, it was back, and it would kill her at age 74,