Being me in the world
Sometimes I feel like a specimen in a lab, or something in an experiment (or maybe just a Drama person on show, but for the wrong reasons…)
It’s not always easy being the patient, the one with the cancer – the one whom everyone around me watches closely to see how I’m doing, what may be affecting me and how I’m coping.
It’s as though I can barely move before someone is asking me if I’m okay.
I know that some of the attention is simply necessary and that some is based on caring. It just feels a bit much sometimes.
In between all of this, I suppose that what I want to feel is normal and, simply, allowed just to be.