my sister and cancer

My sister and cancer   Maybe it was in 1946 when the winter was very hard the big lake outside town froze solid my brother had given me an old pair of skates something with leather binning, I think I could get them on A young girl came; she was sweet and kind helped to fasten the leather straps  I asked my brother who she was She is different from the girls on the street who were giggling a lot and smoking in the basement  My brother said she was my dad's daughter at home, I asked my mother about my other sister she looked angry and cut me short Everybody smoked in my youth ashtrays on every table, even in our doctor's waiting room He, the doctor eventually stopped, was in a bad  mood when my mother brought me there I had a growth on my chest that made him concerned He cut it out but looked nervous, I had to go for a blood taste every fortnight and the growth left a scar 70 years later, it was back at the same spot, it was cancer The surgery at the hospital was a more serious  environment, surgeons wearing masks  Anyway, the clump was removed, and again I had to have a blood taste for a while Today, I was thinking of my father's daughter  were she alive today, she would have been about ninety-five, if she is alive, does she remember meeting her youngest brother.