This comic is inspired by a submission by cancer fighter, Mitch M., who also inspired this comic. I know this isn't one of my funnier ones, but it's something I've wanted so badly to communicate. In Mitch's submission, he captured a part of of being in cancer treatment that is so often not addressed: isolation.
I worked while in treatment, but I really shouldn't have. While my body began getting weaker and weaker, I felt like I was surrounded by life that was living without me. I was told very often that I looked fine, but inside I was suffering. Every day, it seemed like my co-workers were working out every day and getting muscular, and taking gym selfies.
And many cancer patients are unable to work, watching the life they used to live keep living without them. It's not a vacation, okay? It's purgatory. Cancer can be extremely lonely.
So I'll end with Mitch's original submission, which inspired 2 comics so far:
1. A coworker told me "You're so lucky to get to stay home all day and not have to work anymore."
2. It's frustrating when you first tell people how many of them forward you links/telling you to stop taking chemo/radiation/forego surgery and start an all-blueberry/vegan/goat urine diet or just take medical marijuana and hemp oil and your cancer will heal itself. No thank you... i trust my doctors and the thousands of case studies showing that Chemo/radiation/surgery is the best option for me... thanks for spending 2 minutes googling "cure for cancer!"
3. "That was disgusting, cant you go somewhere else and do that?" Gas happens... especially with a stoma. I'm sorry every gaseous emission from my body now reverberates like a Who concert. I can't control it. Just be grateful for my apology, the medical marvel that is colostomy bags with gas filters, and the fact you can still poop the old fashioned way. I ENVY YOUR ABILITY TO POOP NORMALLY.
4. Having small kids (8 and 5) they were amazed by my stoma when I first came home with it. They laughed at every fart, marveled at the sight of the bag bulging when gas or poop would come out, and my 5 year old tried for weeks to get me to let him "touch the bag" while it pooped.