By Jill. Posted by a friend because she couldn't....

The bright side to cancer 

People pass me on the sidewalk and tell me how brave I am, displaying my new baldhead proudly.

I've done nothing to be called brave, I've made no sacrifices. 

I only sacrifice the time of people around me , I feel like. 

I need someone 24/7

They want to be next to me anyway... each breath ,they feel, is a gift. A cliffhanger. Something to be cherished. 

Sick and starving I lie in bed, my stomach rejecting my dinner.

My body trying to purge the poison from my veins not knowing it may be what saves us. 

It's only trying to help. Only trying to make me feel better but it just means My last day will be spent covered in vomit. 

A woman passed me on the sidewalk telling me how brave I am for displaying my bald head proudly. 

I knew her from my hometown and she stopped to talk to me just to tell me how much weight I've lost.

 In A fake voice she portrays sorrow knowing she was taking up some of my last breath's and then in a chipper voice commented "that's the bright side ,I guess ,you lost weight." 

I know that the God I worship was looking down on both of us thinking "my child it's better if you keep your mouth shut" but I was the only one who listened.

It got me thinking about sick society is. 

its sicker than I am.

That's all she had to say was at least you lost weight?

Imagine if people got as half as bent up about rape or violence or racism or bigotry or sexism or insert any truly bad thing here as they do about peoples waistlines. 

How much better in the world would be. 

Can you taste it? 

Can you taste the venom in my words as strong as I taste the blood from the tongue I bite?

It's the first thing I've tasted in months.