Maybe I’m a little on edge because later this week I’ll have my first scans since completing treatment at MD Anderson. This nervousness is called “scanxiety,” I understand. Ha, ha. Cancer is hilarious.
Or maybe I’m a little agitated because I’m going through withdrawal from the prednisone I was taking for radiation pneumonitis.
Or maybe I’ve just had a gutful of hilarity from national butt boil (if butt boils were funny) Donald Trump. (Please. Go away now.)
Whatever is making me anxious has picked a scab — one I became aware of only after I became a member of the cancer community. It’s the stigma surrounding lung cancer and smoking.
I was working on a post and about ready to go with it when I saw this short-and-sweet over at Gray Connections. She says what I wanted to say better than I could. Thanks, Janet.
Anyone can get lung cancer. Even non-smokers, so please be kind to each other.