I laughed quite a bit while drawing this. I could relate to Beth's story so much, because I think anyone who's had or is dealing with cancer has had this in one way or another. Some folks just don't think (and if you've read my comic enough, hopefully you'll start seeing that this is a running theme, unfortunately). I can't imagine how many horrific stories I've heard about someone else over the years, but I never thought much of it until having cancer. Now I just can't hear that stuff anymore.
Here's Beth's original story and a photo of her! She's an author, so make sure you check out her website here:
After my extended right hemicolectomy, I walked my dogs. For some reason, it helped with pain. One morning, I was scurrying home, behind schedule, because I had to get to an appointment with my surgeon.
I was nearing home when I spied a neighbor on an intercept course. “Damn,” I thought, I need to make this fast.”
He planted himself in my path and started in:
“I heard you had cancer. How are you doing?”
“I’m OK,” I said, “the docs say I’m Stage II. Luckily they got it all.”
He replied, “That’s what they all say. My relative had bone cancer so they cut off his foot. Then it came back so they sawed off his lower leg. Then it came back and they lopped off his whole leg. When it got to his pelvic region, they just kept carving chunks out of him until there was hardly anything left. Then he died.” He added, “But, good luck.” Then he turned and walked away.
I proceeded to my appointment. For some reason, when the nurse took my vitals, my blood pressure was elevated...
Again, she write books and you should check out her work. Go to BAEricksonBooks.com