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This blog post has been a long time coming!
This blog post might hit-home with possibly a few others or many other permalink readers who as well have defied a few odds of their own. Through out their own medical journey.
I don't know what in the world is wrong with some folks? Maybe it is just this day-and-age? I have not the faintest nor wildest clue why anyone would find being sick as some sort of competition among others who are sick? Even by those who aren't even sick, but healthy. For the life of me.
I am not sure if most folks expect those who endure cancer treatments to look a particular way? Hmmmmm? Maybe folks who have not endured any type of oncology or immunotherapy just 'assume' that patients are suppose to always look sickly? Then again, maybe society has this sick, twisted premonition of how people are suppose to act and look like when struggling to stay afloat. Doing ones best to defy the odds and continue on living life. EVEN... With a smile on their face.
Since when was being sick suppose to be some sort of demonic competition? I don't know if some folks had some sort of twisted assumption on what I am suppose to look like after radiation, immunotherapy and other experimental treatments, among a slue of other experimental drugs?. I am sorry, if wanting to continue looking my best, which allows me to feel my best, during my best days, bothers some folks. I am sorry, that I would much rather wear hair extensions, wigs or other state-of-the-art beauty accessories, than to show off what toxic treatments can do to your hair. Whether alone, what you are left with, as-far-as-hair, when there is no pigmentation growing back through every single strand of hair. Albino. White. That is what color you are left with and when or IF, I decide to share... This blog will be the first place when I let you know or even let you see. That is within my power. No one else, but me.
Sorry, if this blog may come across a bit harsh or brash. It should.
For those who continue saying that I don't look sick. For anyone who wants to line up and take my treatments for me. Stand in line for continued scans, countless lab work, umpteen dental surgeries, endless injections, lost count rounds of antibiotics, hospital visits, medical complications, among the ridiculous financial costs-medical bills.... Please! Step up! I would gladly take your place if you assume being sick is some sort of fun or twisted form of competition. I have held my tongue and typing blog fingers far too long. As of this week and overhearing some really demented comments regarding an assumption of what I am suppose to look like being sick OR... Better yet! How I should not continue realizing lifetime dreams or goals of mine. If you want to switch places with me. Please! Do! I would gladly switch places with those who live a normal life, work a normal job, have a normal family life, take yearly vacations, celebrate holidays without restrictions and overall live life without medical obstacles constantly in your way.
I am so sorry for those who are jealous. Although, I am not quite sure what the reasons are when there is clearly nothing about being sick that should equate any type of jealously or need for competition. It is not only disturbing, but down-right stupid. I earned my trip to see Journey. I paid my dues under the big radiation machines. I assume if you want to be jealous... Please take your jealousy to any cancer treatment center or your local hospice. Only then, will you find out and see first hand what it takes to be a brave patient during a brave journey.
For those who wake up, get up, dress up and smile for the world, when there aren't many reasons to smile in the first place. I applaud you! PFFFF... On other folks opinions!
Never let others dictate how you should look, feel or enjoy life during your good days. Never mind on what anyone else has to say... It is YOUR journey. Do what you may~