Sunday 30 September 2007

Frustrated Frustrated Frustrated

My closest friends have never given me unsolicited advice on how I should treat my cancer. My closest friends have never told me that the fact that I have remained alive, fairly mobile, self-sufficient, and even quite healthy despite a narcotics addiction, daily blindness spells, seizures, persistent insomnia, and constant excruciating pain, is pointless because I am not spending all of my time trying to cure the cancer. My closest friends know that I might just die in the next week, next year, next decade but I sure make a delicious carrot cake and occasionally make people laugh and the fact that I live a life on the edge makes me a very nonjudgmental, very good listener so they love me in the moment and will worry about the moments when I'm dead... well, when I'm dead. My closest friends trust me. They trust my decisions and they trust that I will ask for help or advice when I need it. They trust that I must be doing something right because I have been officially "terminally ill" since 2001 and I'm still here.

Now, the question is, that I pose to these dear, wonderful people... how can I convince strangers and acquaintances to shut the fuck up and stop telling me I'm sad, disheartened, and even a failure for accepting that I am living with cancer rather than dying from hospitals, more surgeries, and more brutal therapies?

Or, if you can't answer that question, how can I justify punching a woman in the face in a court of law when she asks "How dare you waste your life?" because I am drinking a glass of wine when she feels I should be eating nuts and berries and kum-bay-yahing my way to perfect health?

posted on Mexico time @ 19.08 (menos o mas) | | comments (2)

Comments (2)

My friend, I will be right by your side defending you in a court of law for punching that woman...you have lived more and experienced more life than most people who are twice your age. They are the ones wasting their lives. And you're much smarter than these idiots who think kum-ba-ya and nuts are going to cure your cancer. So keep at it as you are, wine and all; your friends will take care of the justifiable battery charges later.

Posted by Bev | 30 September @ 21.32

I should have known my fellow Poderosa would come to my aid! Super Girls to the rescue! And I'll bring the wine......

Posted by Isahrai Author Profile Page | 3 October @ 4.33

Your turn.

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