In my book club they often tease me because I kind of like the sad dramas and tragic stories. But now I'm getting picky. When Don and I sat at the kitchen table working on a jigsaw puzzle, it seemed downright heavenly. I clicked on The Moth Series, a Podcast program with talented storytellers. We listened to 3 stories that started out delightfully light and ended with gut-wrenching shared memories. One was about the torture of seeing a father die of cancer. Another was similar, but about a mother. The third was about a child with Aids. "Oh this is uplifting!" I remarked to Don. He invited me to switch stories, but I was drawn in by the skilled storytellers. It was sad, but it was okay to feel that. And I could also feel thankful, because my situation was less dramatic than any of those stories.
Earlier we taped a favorite CBS News show, Sunday Morning. We settled in to enjoy, then suddenly I was wincing at comedienne, Tig Notaro. She greeted an audience with, "Hello! Good Evening! How is everybody? I have cancer!" I rolled my eyes and griped, "I'm feeling a little bombarded here!" But I wanted to watch. And she made me laugh. She had breast cancer too and she was cutting through the awkwardness of that word and making us laugh along.
I may have grown up in a time when the word cancer was almost whispered. But I'm glad it's 2016 and we can talk and even laugh about cancer, now.
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!