And when I had cancer…

I find that I don’t bring it up as much as I used to. I even have friends who hear me mention it and get all shocked and awkward because they didn’t know, and they wonder if they said anything they shouldn’t have, and they don’t know what to say, but the answer is that pretty much anything is the wrong thing to say, but you can’t just say nothing, so don’t worry too much about it. It doesn’t matter any more, anyway.

Like the scars all over my body, it’s fading — just like my friend-who-is-not-just-a-cancer friend said it would.

It’s not the stark division that it once was, splitting my memories into the dichotomy of before and after. The edges are blurring — or maybe it’s that I’m looking forward and not back.