My friend Marge is in her 80s and reminded me that she is an 11 year survivor. But then I think about the much younger Elizabeth Edwards and start getting all paranoid.
I did tell my brother I was willing to come home, either to visit or permanently (unfortunately I had an unpleasant childhood--mostly on account of my father and bullying at school-- so this is a big thing for me to be willing to do).
Since I'm currently unemployed, renting a small apartment and have no children, it's not like much holds me here. My motto is "Have kitty litter box, will travel."
The weird thing is that I had been thinking about the possibility of my mom having breast cancer earlier that day (and I hadn't heard from her in a couple weeks), when The Today Show ran a segment about how important it was to talk to your mother about her health issues (and how the answers should give you a clue as to how to take care of yourself).