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hummingwolf) wrote2004-08-30 10:37 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2004-08-30 10:37 pm
On a cheerier note
An excerpt from the essay "Cancer Becomes Me" by Marjorie Gross. I considered typing up the whole thing and titling this post "Flagrant Copyright Violation," but my fingers aren't up to that much typing this evening & I've justed copied this little bit from somebody's website. Pasted here because I know some of you will appreciate it; placed behind a cut because others won't.
I hope with all this negative talk I haven't painted too bleak a picture and therefore discouraged you from getting cancer. I mean, there are some really good things about it. Like:
(1) You automatically get called courageous. The rest of you people have to save somebody from drowning. We just have to wake up.
(2) You are never called rude again. You can cancel appointments left and right, leave boring dinners after ten minutes, and still not become a social pariah.
(3) Everyone returns your calls immediately - having cancer is like being Mike Ovitz. And you're definitely not put on hold for long.
(4) People don't ask you to help them move.
(5) If you're really shameless, you never have to wait in line for anything again. Take off the hat and get whisked to the front.
I hope with all this negative talk I haven't painted too bleak a picture and therefore discouraged you from getting cancer. I mean, there are some really good things about it. Like:
(1) You automatically get called courageous. The rest of you people have to save somebody from drowning. We just have to wake up.
(2) You are never called rude again. You can cancel appointments left and right, leave boring dinners after ten minutes, and still not become a social pariah.
(3) Everyone returns your calls immediately - having cancer is like being Mike Ovitz. And you're definitely not put on hold for long.
(4) People don't ask you to help them move.
(5) If you're really shameless, you never have to wait in line for anything again. Take off the hat and get whisked to the front.