The Good: Almost a year of nonexistent hair or a mish
mash of patchy spots... today I ventured out feeling naked, vulnerable; I didn’t
care while I enjoyed the air on my head, free from hiding, free from being a
cancer patient.
The Bad: I have
met so many men and women who are struggling with different forms of cancer,
each encounter makes me hate those fucking ribbons even more... cancer is so beyond
what a crossed over piece of fabric can portray, and while I realize this is purely
symbolic, how can you truly appreciate what it is your supporting when all you
see is a soft velvety bright coloured ribbon photographed alongside hopeful cancer
patients sporting desperate smiles.
The What the ???: It’s so hard to put on
the party hat and celebrate... cancer treatments are over yet the side effects
and memories are never far behind; I want to move on yet I’m constantly reminded
that I can’t.
Lessons Learned:
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