alt Hacker NewsI’m not sure there’s anything that evokes a more discordant set of emotions in me than an optimistic cancer fighter. I feel fear, frustration, hope, joy, confusion, anger…
When I was a teen I watched my mom battle cancer to a draw. Only in my late 30s did the repressed memories start returning. I got to remember her voice again, but I also got to remember the rest. And now my only plan is to just not get cancer, because it’s all far too much to even think about.
I don’t pity Craig, I envy him. I’m jealous, even. Because he’s discovered or was always imbued with the power to fight an unfair battle on his terms. If it’s ever my turn I hope I can be like him.
My mom fought like this and died slowly. Dad didn't and died fast. I admire Mr. Hockenberry's courage and my mom's, because I'm pretty sure I don't have it. It's easier for me to face death than that injection. I guess I take after dad. I plan to rage against the dying of the light, and then fold.
If you can make that joke about your spinal tap going to eleven, you are a tough motherfucker.