Lately, Deidra and I have been spending an inordinate amount of time pondering my blog. Critiques of old postings, ideas for new postings, what we are going to wear to my Oprah show appearance, the title of my best-selling book, as well as musings on how "awareness" about breast cancer affects the psyche of the so-called "normal" folk. Now if ever there was a bottle-or-two- of- wine-worthy conversation, this would surely be it, just for the record.
The bottom line seems to be this. People don't like to talk about breast cancer and people certainly don't seem to want to laugh about breast cancer. And judging by the overwhelming number of comments I receive on each posting, I daresay they don't want to read about it either. Except maybe the people that have it and are blessed with a sense of humor that somehow survives all of the unfunny moments that come with having breast cancer. Because folks, believe it or not, there are funny moments, and there's nothing like a good belly aching laugh to make you forget, even if just for a moment, the horrible, big, fat, pink elephant in the room.
So why publicly blog and make crass jokes about all things breast cancer, you ask ? Well, because:
- I have breast cancer, and dealing with the day to day practicalities of it means it's often on my mind;
- Everybody has breast cancer, or so it seems;
- Having breast cancer really pisses me off;
- I think I'm funny, I have a point of view and writing about the freakish sideshow that the breast cancer fundraising cause has become, reminds me every day to take off my pink-colored glasses, keep being funny and keep having a point of view;
- I don't work so I have plenty of time to rant and rave about all of the above;
- Why the hell not, I think I've earned the right.
So to all of you reading this blog, and feeling a little uncomfortable about the subject matter, I have this to say to you. Breast cancer is uncomfortable, and certainly not fun or glamorous in any way shape or form, and is not generally everyone's first choice of topic of conversation. But if, during your reading of this blog, you feel your bottom facial muscles twitching upward, this is what's commonly known as a smile, and this my friends is surely the best cure I know of for all the unfunny and unglamorous stuff about breast cancer. If you feel angry or sad, then that's okay too. In some ways, that's precisely the point.
P.S For more narcissistic breast cancer-related humour scribblings, check out the excellent Alright Tit blog written by Lisa Lynch.