Swollen face yea right
I hope the cancer cookbook doesn’t get a mention on this series of the ouchy mouth saga.
A book that costs at least £20+ and she has two copies of. A book that, for the less well off cancer patients in my hospital, they photocopy requested recipes for the patients after they have had a browse, whilst they sit there on chemo drips.
I know we all have our red lines when it comes to Jack...some it’s the Veganish grift, others the cat cruelty, yet more the appropriation of mental health issues and diagnoses. For me, it’s always going to come down to her twatting about with cancer. It really isn’t something to appropriate - in fact, I would wager it’s her most disgusting cap she pops on from time to time.
I would never do it, of course because she genuinely isn’t worth it, and certainly not worth the petrol, but I am sorely tempted on occasion to go down, knock on her door and show her some pictures of my beloveds weight loss, explain how the chemo ruins appetite, the mouth ulcers that require specialist treatments and mouthwash. The teeth issues from vomiting and struggling to brush teeth properly. Fighting the complete lack of appetite for even the nicest of foods. And the overall dread and fear they pervades every aspect of your waking life.
I
dislike her.