Monthly Archives: October 2012
I wish I had never told people that I have cancer. Whenever they see me they look at me in a strange way and say, “Oh!” To finish their thought they are saying, “Oh! You’re still alive?”
“Yes I am still alive,” I say reading their minds.
“But I thought you had cancer.”
Embarrassed they say, “Oh well–er–uh–You look good. You look real good.”
People have put me on a pedestal because I have cancer. I am a hero just because I have a life-threatening disease. They respect me now that I could die at any time. Everything I say is wise and important. They pay attention to me. They laugh at all my jokes. Suddenly I am a somebody because I can die at any time.
Anyone can die at any time. A healthy person can get killed in some accident, or die suddenly for another reason. Why isn’t everyone a hero? Why isn’t everyone respected? Why aren’t everyone’s words considered wise and important?
I have no idea how much time I have left, and neither does anyone else. My body is hosting some cancer cells which may or may not follow me to my grave. This does not make me a hero whose every word is wise and important.
One thing about me has changed since I got cancer: my attitude towards life. Life is precious. Life is precious not only for me, but for everyone. We should greet each other with joy and say, “Oh! We’re still alive!”