Up before the parole board

[harker]

Had my last dose of chemo today. Twenty four weeks. All done. They will look down their glasses and across the table at me and say "Are you ready to rejoin society?" I'll think to myself: "I know that's a trick question. I've been waiting for it". Don't know what I'll say, though. Don't care, really. Not now. H

[SILLY]

I guess congratulations are in order . Congratulations!!!

[Allicat]

Congratulations! Society should be honoured to welcome you back.

[samex]

The question remains - do we ever really rejoin society? IS there part of us which remains on the periphery and allows itself the silent communication that only those of us who have endured the 24 weeks really understand? However, I agree with Allicat. SAmex

[SILLY]

Samex, I never had chemo but had surgery and radiation. I think your comment is one to which many who have had cancer can relate .

[Sailor]

G'day Harker and congratulations! You are most welcome back to our society. The society of those who have had cancer. Forget the other society, you can never rejoin it. You can observe it, you can partake of its festivities and rituals, but we have all done time and that marks us as different. Congratulations on being let out on parole Sailor “Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place” Susan Sontag - Illness as Metpahor.