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I’ve tried to be normal for more than two years now and I just can’t do it. To you, I may look normal, sound normal, smile when I should and argue when I shouldn’t, but behind the facade is a person who’s acting out a role.
Why? Because cancer changes your life. Normal went out the window.
If you’ve ever been in an oncology clinic, you probably have seen that poem, taped to the wall, about what cancer cannot do: “It cannot rob you of your smile, it cannot steal your hope …,” and it’s very true.
But what it can do is make you feel like a pear in an apple basket. That’s probably why I like hanging around with other pears. We can all be pear-shaped together.
In groups, we don’t have to pretend to be what we’re not. I don’t have to hide the fact that I’m a one errand a day girl. That days are classified by two naps = bad, one nap = good, no naps = I’ll regret it tomorrow.
I can groan when I stand up because my joints have seized, say ouch when I walk because the soles of my feet hurt, happily turn my neck and demonstrate the loud clicking noises it makes, and I don’t always have to be upbeat.
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