I don’t often get personal like this. But this post by a grad school friend of mine just needed to be shared. She wrote her Master’s thesis on Monster Stories in Popular Culture – Frankenstein, Zombies, that sort of thing. Now the monster is coming after her – and the courage with which she is facing it is heartbreaking and inspiring. And as she says: “…maybe someone suffering with their own monster will read this ‘tale of us against the monster’ and know that they are not alone.”
I have finished my Master’s degree now. Just as my husband and I believed this huge mountain was behind us, we immediately slammed into another one. This one is bigger and meaner and we will not survive it together.
People talk about “living with cancer” as a thing that one simply does. One “lives” with cancer. I don’t know how true that is. I know, so far, that my husband has “suffered” with cancer. By suffering, I mean that he has experienced intense pain, overwhelming sadness and grief that his life is ending, rage at the enormous unfairness of it, the terror of approaching and unavoidable death, and the utter indignity of losing much of his mobility and independence. As for me and “living” with cancer, I simply die a tiny piece at a time, like a chisel is being applied steadily to my soul. Little bits chipped away slowly. …
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