To anyone who missed the whole point of the "Getting things off my chest" post, and is now pissed off with me, I'm sorry. I thought the words "jovial", "laughing", "exaggerated...to prevent dullness" and "on the third day of chemo, my preferred responses would be" might have been sufficient.
Perhaps I should just post graphic details and my actual misery instead of my evidently vain attempts to turn this, my actually ruined life into something humourous and more digestible.
The general message in the post was meant to be this:
Anything that is said purely because someone has cancer will always hurt on some level, even the things that cheer someone up, make the hour/day/week better, put a smile on someone's face, there's always that scorpion sting - if there was no disease, you'd not have cause to say it and I wouldn't have to feel your pain as well as my own.
Weekend Reading, 7.22.18
8 hours ago