alt Hacker NewsI’m not sure there’s anything that evokes a more discordant set of emotions in me than an optimistic cancer fighter. I feel fear, frustration, hope, joy, confusion, anger…
When I was a teen I watched my mom battle cancer to a draw. Only in my late 30s did the repressed memories start returning. I got to remember her voice again, but I also got to remember the rest. And now my only plan is to just not get cancer, because it’s all far too much to even think about.
I don’t pity Craig, I envy him. I’m jealous, even. Because he’s discovered or was always imbued with the power to fight an unfair battle on his terms. If it’s ever my turn I hope I can be like him.
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I think there's a lot of courage in admitting that you're terrified of something, especially after watching someone you love go through it
My mom fought like this and died slowly. Dad didn't and died fast. I admire Mr. Hockenberry's courage and my mom's, because I'm pretty sure I don't have it. It's easier for me to face death than that injection. I guess I take after dad. I plan to rage against the dying of the light, and then fold.
If you can make that joke about your spinal tap going to eleven, you are a tough motherfucker.