I was in the break room the other day and a woman who works in a different department but I see around in the break room and bathroom approaches me. She looks at me, smiles and asks, "can I ask you a personal question?"
Me: Sure.
Co-worker: Is it [in loud stage whisper] cancer or alopecia?
Me: Stunned blank stare. Awkward silence.
Me: Cancer.
Co-worker: What kind of [whisper] cancer do you have?
Me: Ummm, breast.
Co-worker: Well, good luck to you.
Hysterical! It is amazing how discombobulated humans can become when confronted with others suffering. (I know that is a generous reading; it could be the woman is an affront to humankind in all circumstances.)
ReplyDeleteBut going with my kind reading, the woman must live a spectacular life insulated from hardship and disease to be so lacking in grace.
Thanks for this blog, Rachel. It is an absolute good.