WE are the cancer
“Cancer is a group of diseases involving abnormal cell growth with the potential to invade or spread to other parts of the body. These contrast with benign tumors, which do not spread.” Wikipedia
I keep seeing people or hearing people make references to our society being infected by a cancer. In a way putting it on an outside invader and removing said society away from any responsibility. I believe that reference is correct but closer to the real definition of what cancer is and not what it is perceived to be. “Abnormal cell growth with the potential to spread disease” is accurate, certain misinformation could be like an abnormal cell which when grown and acted upon could become a horrible ideology or terroristic action. It is us and we can heal from this or it could destroy us but regardless, give credit where credit is due.
Onto a different topic, on the next episode of “These Are The Butts Of Our Lives,” I got abscess surgery AGAIN just yesterday. It was interesting having a last minute procedure on Inauguration Day. First I got up at 5:30 am to drive myself to a COVID drive-thru testing station, I was told I would find it easily because they put signs out to direct me to the location but I would have to make sure to get tested close to 6:30am because they had to fast track my test for surgery scheduled at 12:30...I couldn’t find the spot and drove by it several times before I saw someone carrying the sign that said something like “Covid test this way!” It was exactly 6:30 am and my mind had left the building but I got it done in time. Next, I drove back home and tried to sleep, that didn’t work so I watched the inauguration. As I was intermittently crying over the 240lb (give or take some pounds) weight lifted off of my soul, the phone rang “Hi, this is Colleen from your surgeons office...” blah, blah, blah, the jist of which was that my insurance wasn’t right and she didn’t want me stuck with an unforeseen bill but she was really condescending as she said this 🙄. Basically it put me in a frenzy of reaching out to my support team to help right the situation which they did at the final hour. When I checked in for my surgery I had a missed message “Hi this is Minnie from the Financial office, I see you want to change your insurance to...” 😳Nooooooooo! Once again I reached out to my cancer support team and they took care of this next fire thankfully. Lastly, after surgery my surgeon forgot to call my husband, poor Charles had no idea how I was until I had come down a tad from my Fentanyl haze and the staff brought me my phone. I got through okay of course as you should guess as you are reading my post that I am writing with my thumbs.
My butt doesn’t feel too bad, I am hopeful and we will see how long I can go without having to be put under again, it would be amazing if my tumor ultimately melted away so this wouldn’t be a factor, this is my dream and intention but who knows?
Until next time ♥️