awwwwww... thanks Mike!!!!!!!
Mike wrote:
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What works for me is to imagine that I have a 12yr old child with me. A little boy who's survived all the stuff I did, and _he_ has the same disease I have. Would I tell this little boy that he doesn't have a right to mention his pain, his fears?
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I like that. THAT ... is good stuff, there.
What happened was at the meeting, I'd been taking notes and didn't notice we were over an hour into the thing - I needed coffee - so I 'jump up' to get coffee....
... and the world froze.
I had to just STAND there, half-bent over ... I think I said, 'oh no' or something ...
next thing you know -
five men are getting me by the arms and taking me back to my chair
(I'd only got about a step and a half before lockup)
I felt like a killer whale gettin put in a truck, you know?
so I had this WHOLE GROUP of people witness the thing and were looking at me expectantly...
and I found I had a hard time saying the exact name of the thing.
Because one of the women there has inoperable cancer,
another has a metal rod in her spine....
but yeah
I felt like what almost literally brought me to my knees ...
wasn't as serious as theirs.
Anyway - I'm glad you wrote that, Mike.
It's also the people who,
when you DO finally cough it up what the doc said
they blow it off with:
"Oh my exboyfriend's mother (or somebody) has that and she gets around just fine"
*as if* it's inconsequential.
And boy howdy - it is NOT... inconsequential.