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To preface, I don't ever get sick. I haven't had the flu since I was little. Hell, I haven't even had a cold, my immune system is like no other. And so I live in sort of a bubble when it comes to diseases. I'm probably pretty delusional, just because I don't know better.
That said. I romanticize diseases. In my head, dying from a illness has a classic, poetic image to it. You lie in bed, only half conscious, knowingly sick, then just pass on. It's beautiful. In reality, people lie in bed looking hideous, maybe vomiting their lungs out and writhing in pain. I know that. I'm aware. And yet, I would love to go out that way. I wanna feel myself fading away, I wanna experience it over time. I want my body to rot away because I feel like it's what it deserves. I hate it.
Now cancer... It's probably the holy grail. People are afraid to even say the name of this disease out loud, they just call it "The Big C." I'd love it.
With THAT being said, I may actually have cancer. This may be my own wishful thinking, but for a while now I've been experiencing a list of unexplainable symptoms or symptoms I had originally related to something else. Never connected together until recently. There was a certain smoking gun that had led me to start doing my research, and the more I find out the more symptoms I dust off from the archive in my brain. Suddenly it all makes sense. It all falls into place. When new symptoms appear I hit research again and find that the type of cancer I'm suspecting is one of the possible causes and/or it's a possible symptom of cancer in general. Every time. And so, the more I find the smaller the chances become that it's all a big coincidence. That I have like a 100 different issues at once, none of them is cancer.
I can't help but assume that if I do end up having cancer, I did it to myself. I wanted it. I asked for it. The thought of it makes me smirk. I've finally achieved something in life!
So what now? Well, as I'm writing this I'm dealing with the most recent new symptom. Just started yesterday. Which, like I mentioned, turns out that alongside other non-cancer possibilities, only certain types of cancer might cause it. And on that very short list, of course, is the type of cancer I'm suspecting. So now I'm just waiting. Waiting to see if things become more clear. Better or worse. If more masses appear. More symptoms. I'm not gonna get tested, I have no desire to get treated anyway, then why bother. Besides, I'm afraid to find out that I'm not sick. While I'm curious, I don't wanna know if I have something that's NOT gonna kill me. Cancer would be my golden ticket outta here. I wouldn't have to take the risk of attempting to CTB. Not to mention no one would bat an eye. I can't wait.
So far whatever I'm experiencing is not so bad. As opposed to the common misconception, it's not always painful. It's the treatment (chemotherapy and surgery) that's a bitch. I don't understand why anyone would go through with it. You suffer only to prolong your life? Just to die eventually anyway? Never made sense to me. Anyway, I'm okay with some pain if it means ending my life. I'd take it. It's romantic!