I try to follow the old rule “fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.” But there’s not a one of us who can honestly say we’ve not gone back for more foolishness given instances of grief, love, passion, obsession, and even hope. What makes us continue to go back for more chemotherapy falls into this category. There’s no instance of chemotherapy being the cure of cancer. But we’ve seen success with it over the course of our disease. It’s not foolishness but hope that dries us to swallow the pills, be injected with or being lasered with by the very things that cause cancer.
Sing to the tune of Nirvana’s All Apologies, punning around with metastatic breast cancer. Humor is the best medicine, isn’t it?
A day in my inner life includes a hell of a lot of scary stuff. But I’m NOT scared. Well a little. Maybe. Hey, cut me some slack! This is deadly death causing cancer stuff for goddess’s sakes.
How do you feel about the whole question of death? I’m personally not scared of the concept (read a few of my prior posts on death and dying)