People want to help … I get that … but melodramatic moments fall short on me.
Cancer is serious business but – it either kills you or it doesn’t. If it doesn’t, then let it go and worry about something else. Don’t make it have its own world after you go through treatment.
You wouldn’t create an identify out of broken leg would you? You wouldn’t go up to a person with a broken leg and say “I survived a broken leg too” … the person would look at you and go “Wow, you’re special … bones heal – it takes about six weeks. Now limp away you gimpy bitch.”
Why do it with cancer? The more energy you give it, the less energy you have for something relevant.
One lady (whom I did not know at all but knew about me) walked up to me at a party … She said: “I’m a cancer survivor too”. I said – “Apparently so”.
And if you really want to set me off, ask me about how I am handling my “Journey” … wholly fuck, let’s give it even more of a label. An African Safari is a journey. Your sister is a journey (perhaps a two day journey).
Cancer treatment is a process. You have an illness, you take drugs … you get cured or close to it and move on. Or you die and move six feet.
I’m not “blocking” anything. I’m in the real world dealing with data points and proper attitudes. Not running around looking for causal agents for random events in life; or searching and inventing deeper meaning where none ever existed.
Reality is quite liberating …
If bullshitting yourself burned calories, America would have the slimmest people on the planet.
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