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.
On the precipice of my fifth year of living with, not dying from metastatic cancer, I regard my life as a lucky one. No crazed busses have hit me, no falling airplane debris bonked me on the head, no Acme holes swallowed me up (a la Wile E. Coyote trying to capture the turbocharged Road […]
Perhaps Stephen King in some way delivered a beautiful metaphor for living in a body that’s turned into a prison by disease. Yet hope springs alive in each one of us regardless of circumstances. No one deserves a killer body, just as an innocent man doesn’t deserve to go to prison for a crime he didn’t commit.
My ugly secrets hide beneath my thin skin. Infinitely fighting in my lonely final tour, Not making the cut for A battalion of beautiful survivors who stared directly into the eyes of the freshly dead. Limping home and stitched together, held upright on a single crutch. Marching in the endless parade They inch away for […]