My friend Gordon was diagnosed with cancer before we ever met. It was a type of melanoma. It appeared first as a place on his leg. The story I heard over the years was that it was gardening season and Gordon, who always planned his schedule around gardening, couldn’t be bothered to get it treated. Until it grew to a size where he could no longer ignore it.
Gordon’s sister, Charlotte, liked to tell people that I was the woman Gordon met over the Internet.
The first time Charlotte introduced me that way I liked to have fell out.