Bone Deep: the painful reality of metastatic cancer

Metastatic cancer pain exposes you for who you really are. It’s not for the weak, the faint-hearted, nor the complainer or the introvert afraid to stand up for themselves. If your best qualities consist of empathy, neatness, downhill skiing, contact sports, or binge watching hours of television, this type of pain shan’t suit your lifestyle. Oh and if you work, metastatic cancer pain probably won’t help you get that promotion you’ve waited years to earn.

My Struggling Ugly Days with Metastatic Breast Cancer

I’ve decided to share these photos with you to show the ugly side of metastatic cancer. The painful side. The side I keep privately to myself.

Are you on drugs, lady? Or, is Walgreens new policy to fill only judgement biased prescriptions?

Our perceptions of other people, when we lack context, especially someone you meet for the first time, can be jaded by situational circumstances. To prove my hypothesis, I’d like to try a little experiment in sociological phenomenology (a fictional new branch of anthropology) that I’d like you to participate in for the sake of pseudo-science or better yet, to argue my point using logic and reasoning.

Son of a Canferatu

From Werner Herzog’s remake with Klaus Kinski as Nosferatu, based mostly on the silent Murnau adaptation of the Stoker novel, I leave you with a quote, and one that says maybe it’s not Lucy with whom I should resonate, but the monster himself:
“To be unable to grow old is terrible… Death is not the worst…”

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