I have Cancer. There- its been said. Now-what is there to be done and moreover, what does that actually mean? The answers are simple enough. To the former- tests, tests, and (wait for it) more tests. To the latter- I just have cells that are behaving abnormally. Overachieving, if you will. Nothing more and nothing less. The nothing more is the bit Im having a time wrapping my head around. The Cancer has been diagnosed in an area that speaks to, at least partially, my identity as a gay man. Considering the affected region, I believe I now know what it must feel like for a woman to be diagnosed with breast cancer. What were really talking about here is a blow to my ego and thats something I have experience dealing with. There are tools. The Cancer will do what it will. Thats its job. The doctors will treat and track it. Thats their job. My job is to show up. Not only for the events surrounding treatment and diagnoses but, perhaps even more importantly, the events surrounding my life. Cancer is a thing I have, and if I have anything to say about it, the interloper wont be sticking around long enough to define who I am. In the meantime life can, and must, go on.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 15:55:40 +0000
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