Hey,
I’ve just found these threads - hope this doesn’t land somewhere awkward because I’m still reading, but overwhelmed right now and wanted to say thank you.
Last night I was crying because I was a horrible person. I was angry. Angry at a cancer warrior, battling stage four. Who could be angry at a stage four cancer patient? Like, how low are you? That’s what I told myself.
I was angry because of how romantic it was portrayed. How loving, active, cutesie even with giggle exchanges with nurses.
I loved the “embrace the every day” message, the dancing, the laughter, but it just felt… off.
My brother, my best friend in the world, had stage four cancer and passed away at 27. We only found out he had cancer three months before. He had no energy for anything, at most sitting outside or walking down the stairs. Those three months were torture. But we tried to make him smile -we tried guitar in hospital,games, danced discos in hospital to make him laugh. Anything. We were clawing into time to make memories.
So I cried last night because I’m an asshole for being jealous that someone had more time, and more energy, to live.
I put aside a few raised eyebrows on the content and ads. That was just me being petty.
I’ve felt down all day that I could have let myself be angry at someone living. Then I discovered these threads and I feel a little teeny bit less like a witch for raising my eyebrow at the gifted trip and go fund me situation… so thank you x
I’ve just found these threads - hope this doesn’t land somewhere awkward because I’m still reading, but overwhelmed right now and wanted to say thank you.
Last night I was crying because I was a horrible person. I was angry. Angry at a cancer warrior, battling stage four. Who could be angry at a stage four cancer patient? Like, how low are you? That’s what I told myself.
I was angry because of how romantic it was portrayed. How loving, active, cutesie even with giggle exchanges with nurses.
I loved the “embrace the every day” message, the dancing, the laughter, but it just felt… off.
My brother, my best friend in the world, had stage four cancer and passed away at 27. We only found out he had cancer three months before. He had no energy for anything, at most sitting outside or walking down the stairs. Those three months were torture. But we tried to make him smile -we tried guitar in hospital,games, danced discos in hospital to make him laugh. Anything. We were clawing into time to make memories.
So I cried last night because I’m an asshole for being jealous that someone had more time, and more energy, to live.
I put aside a few raised eyebrows on the content and ads. That was just me being petty.
I’ve felt down all day that I could have let myself be angry at someone living. Then I discovered these threads and I feel a little teeny bit less like a witch for raising my eyebrow at the gifted trip and go fund me situation… so thank you x
upset you Miss Muffet 
xxxx
