I know that some people freak out and cry forever about a cancer diagnosis. I know that everyone reacts differently and none of those reactions are wrong. Let me clear the air. I am dealing with this one day at a time, and laughing all the way. You need me to help with that big order? Sorry. I can't. I have cancer. (insert big laugh here.)
I've been patient, and will continue to be so. However, if you read this, that means you give a shit about me, so here goes:
Please, under NO circumstances, should you look at me, cock your head to the side like a sad puppy, and ask, "How ya doin', Rachel?" How am I doing? I have cancer. I'm not undergoing treatment right now, so I feel the same as I did 6 months ago. Physically, I'm fine. Emotionally? I have very close friends and family to keep it pulled together.
I had a friend/coworker suggest that I develop tourettes when someone does this. "SHIT DAMN ELBOW BUTT CANCER REFRIGERATOR ASS NO!" I'm not sure that's the right reaction, but it made me laugh.
If you see me crying, an offer of comfort will be welcomed. If I'm working along at my desk, let's just carry on, OK? You won't see me crying at my desk, however, unless someone does the puppy head-cock at me. THAT makes me cry. The cancer doesn't. Not yet, anyway. I don't want it to win. Right now, I'm making inappropriate jokes and waiting for the next Dr's appointment.
Can we move on? I'll let you know when I need something. I promise.
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