I apologise for this entry, but I do not seem to be able to let go of this thought. Maybe because I have not found a satisfactory solution to it. This entry can be blamed on Lelsie who engaged me in a wide ranging and rambling discussion while I was trying to sleep.

The trouble with expressionsĀ  like fighting cancer which taken root in our lingo, is that you just cannot get rid of them. They have to be replaced with something.

The opposite to fight is love. Love your cancer? That is a stretch for even the most optimistic amongst us. I wonder what physiological changes take place in our psyche when we discover we have cancer.

The obvious sentiments are, well, obvious. I wonder about the ones that take place on a more subconscious level.

Very few people I know accept compliments graciously. It is almost as if we do not like our own bodies and cannot possibly accept that somebody else might see some beauty. Surely they jest. Deluded. Must be talking about somebody else. Do we, at some level, hate ourselves that much?

I wonder what happens when you suddenly discoverĀ  you have the dreaded C. Do you hate yourself even more? I doubt anyone you speak to will confirm this. You have cancer, do you hate yourself?

And yet, I cannot help but believe that it might be there on some level. We all tend to blame ourselves for “getting” cancer. We must have done something in this life, in a past life, to someone or something to deserve this.

I wonder if part of the healing process is to learn to love yourself, to learn to bask in your own glory, the pleasures you bring to life around you.

Can we replace Fight Cancer with Love Yourself?

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