I think I’m the only person rocking out here. I am not sure,
I can’t see past my alcove…
A little about me- I am an illustrator by trade who lives
with her husband, Michael, and zero cats in Charlotte, NC.
I’m rocking out because I got some solid Latin tunes with
me. It distracts me from the long tube that has been jacked directly into my
chest. You see, I have Stage IV Colon Cancer and today is my second round of my
friend, Chemo. It’s been less than a month since my diagnoses and it’s
been…interesting.
I want to express myself, especially when the voices of
other Stage VI individuals seems conspicuously absent from the national
conversation on Awareness, but I am hesitant to title my blog something cheesy
like “My Cancer Journey” and deliver hopeful slogans. It’s just not my style. I
make terrible cancer jokes instead. The kind where I say, “You know what really
eats me up inside…?”
I feel like the world needs more of that.
Besides, I can’t let a few stupid cells override the whole.
I can’t pretend I am not a person (and an art-ist) with other thoughts, other curiosities, other things to take
care of. I hate pity, I hate feeling
pitied. I hate feeling fragile. I am sure I am not the only one. And it doesn’t
matter if I live 80 years or 8 months, this thing won’t beat me. This is what
this blog will be. A reminder to poke the beast in the eye when you can. And
while my beast is cancer, your’s doesn’t have to be.
Come on everybody, sharpen your sticks. We got some shit to
take care of.
