Over the last few weeks, I've heard some variation of "You seem great!" about 800 times. It's weird. (Cognitive dissonance? Maybe...I can't quite remember what that actually is.)
What I've found is that I'm really good at seeming okay when I am profoundly un-okay.
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- don't talk about the crushing uncertainty that dominates your thoughts
- avoid discussing the grosser details of your body, such as scars, plastic parts, or tubes that bridge the gap between internal and external
- don't mention how, on the eve of your 29th birthday, you worry if you'll make it to your 30th
- take your Vicodin in secret
- gloss over the infinite and minute details of your diagnosis, treatments, complications, side effects, etc
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I guess it's mostly my fault. Because I spare people these details, most think that I'm doing just fine, and that this experience is little more than an inconvenience. I feel angry and frustrated that they can't read between the lines.
The truth is, cancer is fucking terrifying, painful, shitty...and there is no obvious end point. (Well, except the really obvious one, I guess.) What I mean is there's no moment when all this suddenly becomes okay. I know from Matt's illness that this doesn't go away. It becomes part of your life, your consciousness. So just know that although I actually don't talk about cancer all that much, there is never a moment when I'm not thinking about it.