Cancer never saw it coming

I was sitting in the Costco parking lot when I got the call: “It just hit the media and I wanted you to know — John McCain has brain cancer”.
Admittedly, I am new to McCain world. I wasn’t around for the 2000 Presidential that first bound the tight-knit group. I didn’t work on the 2008 Presidential when he almost took the White House. I wasn’t there when he handily won re-election for his Senate seat in 2010.
But I’m one of the fortunate few to have worked on his 2016 Senate race.
There is no greater love for anyone in this world than a daughter for her father, and Meghan McCain simply said it best:
Once the news hit I immediately received conciliatory calls; friends, colleagues, anyone who know I worked for Sen. McCain. My Dad texted his condolences.
But 2 hours ago my immediate reaction to the news is the same response I have now: Glioblastoma has absolutely messed with the wrong guy.
Everyone knows the story of John McCain — Shot down over Hanoi, he broke both legs and an arm, was stabbed in the groin, imprisoned for five and a half years, teeth knocked out, arms re-broken — and he survived. What most people don’t know about the 2016 campaign is Sen. McCain caught a chest cold, which he generously shared with me. THREE weeks later I was back to normal, but McCain’s recovery from the illness? Three DAYS.
(Keep in mind I’m a few years younger than McCain)
So, Cancer, you’ve been warned.
John McCain has won wars, saved the country, led when everyone else stood by and watched, and survived 5 and a half years in the worst hell…
…and beat cancer before.
I’m not worried. John McCain stands for what is great in this world and is symbolic of the heroism that has defined our country for generations.
But I do feel sorry — for the idiotic cancer that decided to attack the toughest, bravest American I’ve ever known. There will be a winner in this fight and I can guarantee it won’t be a single-celled organism called Glioblastoma.
RIP Cancer. You’ve met your match.
