Thursday, December 20, 2007

File Under: No Shit, Sherlock

1. Many oncologists are ill-equipped to deal with the emotional repercussions of the patient's illness.

2. This just in! having medical insurance gives you better odds of surviving cancer.

Really, what crazy ideas will those researchers come up with next?

Disclaimer: As an academic, I do understand the need for systematic studies that offer hard evidence of what everyone, anecdotally, already knows. So I am not bashing these studies, or inviting debate about the merits of the scientific process. Also, my husband had insurance--good insurance--and in general we found that his doctors were sympathetic, empathetic, realistic, and optimistic in turn, and generally very responsive. In both of those things, we were damn lucky--albeit, of course, not quite lucky enough...

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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Deja F-ing Vu

Another person lost to this damn disease, this time the mother of a dear friend. It's no easier, there's no "meaning," and it doesn't make sense. The tired old clichés are just as tired, just as useless, the words of sympathy just as hollow and futile.

It's not okay.
It won't be all right.
It's not "for a reason."
It's never "for the best."
It's not "meant to be."

It sucks that there are more of us enduring the unendurable, numb and hollow and broken.

We're thinking of you, MM. And of everything we have all lost.

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