OK, I blew it again with posting yesterday. Something about staying out late and having a tad too much wine erases the whole blog commitment from my memory. (Thanks M & Y though, we had a lot of fun!) I like to think of it this way: I've spared you a pretty shoddy post.
So lately there is a trend emerging with some of my friends who seem to be feeling a little afraid to complain too much about the crapola going on in their lives because they perceive it in relation to my cancer. I think they don't want to be seen as whiners when I'm going through something relatively major. I say to them, "Bring on your crap." I am still getting p*ssed about little things at times. Sometimes the day to day grind is unbearable and I won't judge you for whining.
If hearing my news gave you some perspective and made you feel like you could blow off something that was annoying you, then that's great. Just don't feel that you shouldn't express yourself. We're all in a different place and time in our lives. Sometimes the thought of spending Thanksgiving with your in-laws feels worse than spinal surgery. And it very well might be. I get that.
That said, lately I've heard of some really immature behavior by some non-friends. People who are just whipping up a whole mess of drama and self-pity over nothing (in my humble opinion). I'd really like to just shake some of these people. Hard. And say, "Get a grip! Grow up!' Not even so much relative to my situation but in relation to Chordoma stories I've recently heard, or relative to people who are really struggling in this economy.
But I promise I will not get physical with any of them. I will just be here minding my own beeswax.
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