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by ccooffee
977 days ago
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I've been in those situations. Your description here does not match my experiences at all. I _hate_ the vernacular of "fighting cancer". As a leukemia survivor, it wasn't a fight. You don't punch back. It's more akin to public flogging. My body was absolutely destroyed by the treatments, and as I watched myself turn from a human being to a not-yet-dead skeleton, I had to endure people calling me "brave" and a "fighter". It absolutely felt like public mocking (though the people around me certainly did not intend anything of the sort). I was forced to watch my loved ones struggle with my impending death. Only a couple people were able to actually discuss death with me, with everyone else dancing around the topic like I had nothing more than a bad sunburn. I never lost hope, but I was expecting to die. The "fight" worldview kept my loved ones emotionally distant and distracted. Maybe that was good for their own mental health, but it certainly didn't help mine. |
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