I picture Cancer coming in the front door of his middle-class home in surburbia...shaking his head slowly, face forlorn, eyes glistening, cheeks dampened with grief.
His wife, comes around the corner to greet him when she stops cold, and upon seeing his face she knew how the scan went. She knew the prognosis. She knew.
Her loving husband of 39 years was diagnosed with John McCain. And nothing is worse than John McCain.