The amazing adventures of cancergirl!

I didn't always have superpowers. At least, I didn't always know I had superpowers.. I remember the first time I realized I was, well, different...

So I'm sitting in one of those little phlebotomy chairs in this little anteroom in the nuclear medicine department and oscar, the tech, comes back from wherever he just was carrying a little yellow fishing tackle box. He sets it down, opens it up, and inside it there's this syringe with a tiny lead jacket on it and as he's injecting this stuff into my vein, I notice his radiation safety badge-- you know, that little clip-on thing you put on your jacket?-- and I start to wonder where's my little radiation safety badge? Oh, to @#$! with that, where's my little lead shield?

That's when it dawned on me.

It used to be that vegetables and jogging were good for me. Now chemo and radiation are good for me. Sure, mere mortals like oscar have to be protected by fishing tackle boxes and tiny lead syringe jackets. Me, you can just shoot that right into me!

Chemo's even freakier. I was most of the way through chemo before I noticed the little sign on the cabinet over the chemo barcalounger that says "spill kit." I've been in the lab long enough to know what that means.: I know that means that whatever just spilled on the floor is so dangerous that you need special stuff to soak it up with while you flee the room in horror. The special yellow trash cans I noticed right away: chemo waste. Somehow, it's even worse than plain old "biohazard" hospital waste. (How bad do you have to be before you're even worse than plain old biohazard hospital waste?)

This is when I realized that haveing cancer is kind of like having a superpower. Okay, it isn't the superpower you'd pick, but who picks?

Behold!: you can just inject me with pretty much anything. I am... Cancergirl!