I don't talk about my cancer for a few reasons but the main reason, at it's core, is that I'm ashamed of it. It wasn't awful enough. I still feel like I got a "participation medal for cancer." I wasn't outstanding in my field, but at least I played.
But then someone spelled my name wrong on the medal and I have to play again. It's not any more awful. It's just a redo like being picked last for a team. Again.
I'm waiting for the last inning so I can go home, if I may continue the analogy. One more surgery to go.
Hopefully, my last.
And, by the way, I don't want to play this game ever again.
Otherwise, I'm good.
