I have metastatic colon cancer and, like the families grieving from the mass shooting in Las Vegas, I have the thoughts and prayers of almost everyone I know.
But it's hard to imagine why anyone might think this is enough.
When I was first diagnosed -- four years ago -- I didn't want to tell people about my diagnosis. I was scared. Telling people made it all that more real. So I enlisted my family to tell people. And they asked those people to tell other people. In the beginning, I didn't have to tell anyone.
It wasn't until a few months later, as I began to acknowledge my diagnosis and started going out of the house, that I started to tell people.
Some people asked why they hadn't seen me in a while. I told them I have cancer.
Some people commented on my new hair style. I told them I have cancer.
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