Indecision
Nov 5 · 5 min read
I went to my local cancer support group today. Y’know, like you do (everyone out there shaking their heads in disbelief is in for a rude awakening).
Two big things: First, the social worker openly sort-of acknowledged I wasn’t some sort of grief tourist. After I’ve been going a month. There’s a part of me that wants to be offended and outraged that I was discounted — internally — by a white, able-bodied woman for a month. There’s another part of me — that has survived 50-odd infusions, 60 days of oral chemo, and 35 days of radiation — that wants to scream, “Really?” But, I’ve also encountered enough…

