There have been times in my life when, like it or not and beyond my control, my identity was reduced to a single fact:
- the girl with the dead sister
- the girl who lost the love of her life
- cancer girl
From the moment others learned of these events, in their eyes I was transformed, flattened from a multi-dimensional, sometimes larger-than-life person to that one single fact. I could tell it was happening by the all-too-earnest, searching expressions –“Oh my God. How will you survive this?” — I saw when I told people what was going on with me. Vanished in an instant was all that had come before, all the other qualities that made me me — the fearless writer, passionate activist and champion of all causes, the confidante, lover and friend.
I was now Cancer Girl. Continue readingShare: