A new shitty misfortune
The funniest thing about having a new shitty misfortune is that I can make jokes about it. It's not every day you get a tumor, after all. I have my limits too. As my mom always says when I tell her, I only had a benign tumor. Not malignant. And that matters. But now I can make jokes about a tumor. Benign. If I hadn't had it, I'd seem disrespectful. But having had it, I can say whatever I want. And avoid all that bullshit about how I'm stronger now. I used to say that while I was taking cortisone.
Now I want some cortisone. I'd shoot myself up with cortisone. But there's something that makes the whole thing even funnier. They also fucked me over at work while I was in the hospital.
Now, how many people lost their job while they had a tumor and were in the hospital?
Not everyone. My mom would say that I was fine anyway and that it turned out okay in the end. Okay. It's one thing to lose your job and be poor. It's another thing to lose your job and have money saved. If you add to that that your tumor is only benign, then it probably doesn't matter a damn. And she's right. Next time I want to do better.
I think it's important in life to keep improving. Never stop. Next time I want a malignant tumor and to lose my job while being poor. Now I'm self-employed and making money. This makes my goal more complicated to achieve. If I add to that I have a healthy lifestyle, it's even more complicated. But I haven't had a prostate exam yet, and you never know.
I could get rehired by the company that took away my job while I had a tumor, and get cancer. It's a brave idea. It would be exciting to lose my job twice with two different levels of tumor. And I would go back to them because they would be a guarantee. It wouldn't be easy to find another company that would fire me while I'm sick and high on cortisone. So I would go back to them. It's not a question of role. It's a question of goals. On LinkedIn they call them objectives or something like that. My mom would be proud of me.
I would lose my job while being poor and have a real tumor. A malignant one. One of those that she thinks she has every now and then. But she doesn't. And it's not hard to imagine that it must have weighed on her to know that I had it instead. I really had it. It's not easy to think that your son who's about thirty years younger than you, has already had a tumor and didn't have to do anything to get it. I understand her envy.
The prostate. I've never really understood if it's the name of the disease itself. It's an organ that reminds me of a tumor. Like if the stomach were walking around with a kidney, the only thing I think it fears is encountering a prostate. They avoid it like the plague.
The only useful thing my parents did in the last year was send me messages to tell me they had a cold. If you have a tumor and they tell you they have a cold and then tell you they're feeling better, you're happy for them. You think it's an example for you too. If they recover, you can do it too. They faced their challenges.
Everyone has their own fucking challenges to face. Everyone has their own. And you shouldn't feel better just because your challenge is cooler than theirs. I mean, you can't go up to them and say that you're better because they have a cold.
Something like, "Hey losers... you have a fucking cold and you're making a big deal out of it?... I have a tumor, you guys!!!" No, it's a terrible example. A terrible example.
