Throughout my “cancer journey”, I’ve noticed a wee bit of surrealism around me and that my sadistic sense of humor has grown a bit. That said, here are some pros and cons of chemotherapy:
Pro: I’m the youngest one in the room – I can fight this like a Mohammed Ali!
Con: I’m the only one wearing earbuds and holding an iPhone amongst the mother hens in the room. Bawkbawkbawkbawk..
Pro: I no longer have to shave or wax!
Con: I no longer have hair.
Pro: People ask interesting questions and spark unique conversation.
Con: People ask questions like, “So, have you lost all of your eyelashes yet?” that aren’t prefaced with any kind of “Hi” or “How are you feeling today”.
Pro: Totally justifiable online shopping, movie watching, internet surfing, playlist making, genealogy tracking and genral slothing around.
Con: I’ve become a human couch and I’m starting to like it.
Pro: I get to have my own website, logo, QHB title, inspirational video, slogans and possible clothing design.
Con: What will I do when its gone? Note to self: avoid narcissistic, egomaniacal tendencies.
Pro: Taking pictures of myself is kind of fun!
Con: “Selfies” are generally a weird idea and I’ve got to get over the idea of these when this ‘cancer thing’ is all done. Note to self: avoid narcissistic, egomaniacal tendencies. Seriously.
Pro: The discovery of the love that surrounds me and that I must’ve done something right in my life at least a couple of times.
Con: The realization that I’ve gone through life thinking I was undeserving of the above said love. I have been so hard on myself for so long. Must channel some P-Funk “Got to get over the hump” (Google it).