Having a cold and cancer simultaneously is practically too much to even write about, but I'm gonna try.
First, there's the alliteration. Pure poetic cruelty. One of these ailments should have been renamed.
Then there's the way that they're each other's opposite. It's truly remarkable. Consider:
Cold: Nobody cares. Honestly. Even the people who act like they care don't really care.
Cancer: Everybody cares. People whom you've never met will hear about you and care.
Cold: Countless over-the-counter remedies, plus some pretty solid ways of avoiding getting one in the first place.
Cancer: Not so much.
Cold: You feel like your dying, but you'll be fine.
Cancer: You may feel great, but you're fucking dying.
Hence the utter rottenness of having both. You feel like you're dying, and you are fucking dying. There are remedies available, but not the ones that you truly want and need. People care about you, but they shouldn't, really, because it's only a cold for chrissakes.
All of that being said, the cold will pass, leaving you with empty Nyquil bottles and tissue boxes. And the cancer will stay, and continue to teach you how to live, if you let it.
Gina, this is a riot. I mean that in all senses of the word.
ReplyDeleteGina, you are amazing. I knew that already, of course, but I am reminded again, reading your blog, of your wit, both sharp and sweet, and your courage. I also love the perodontist story. Kol hakavod lach!
ReplyDeleteGina - strange to get to know you on a deeper level through reading your blog, but I am not surprised at your humor, your honesty, your joie de vivre. Thank you for sharing what you are sharing. It gives us all something.
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