Urban Scout Discovers Cure For Cancer!
I don’t see any other gentle way of saying this; I have cancer. Don’t freak out now, it won’t kill me. I found out a while ago, but haven’t said anything because I wanted to learn more about it before sharing something this personal with the world. They call it, “basal cell carcinoma.” It refers to a superficial, slow-growing skin cancer. Since it happens to live in the crook of my nostril I don’t feel so scared about it (aside from the horrific Michael Jackson fantasies).
I’ve had this darn bump on my nostril for a while now, I guess two or three years. I never really thought about it, but periodically it would bleed and bleed and bleed. It had a hard time clotting I guess. I don’t have health insurance and as you know sort of live as a wandering vagrant, which makes me able to receive some special health care in Oregon. I had my doctor freeze it off twice and he said if it came back a third time we would need to biopsy it, which it did and we did and it came back cancer.
I generally can keep cool over these kinds of things. Having no insurance has kept me in a spiral of referrals to different clinics here and there. I feel thankful that I can get help for free and simultaneously anxious at having to jump through hoops in order to receive that help. One of the doctors I saw said he thought that I had not aged enough to have this kind of cancer, that at 25 years, I shouldn’t have it. Generally, old men get it. He looked at the slide himself and changed his mind, yes, you do have it.
At first I calmed myself. Took a few deep breaths. “It won’t kill me. I can take care of it.” But the more it “didn’t feel like a big deal” the worse I felt. I mean, cancer right? Who cares if it won’t kill me. The fact that I have any kind of cancer at all should never feel okay. Cancer has become normalized. Even though I still have youthfulness and “shouldn’t” get this particular kind… It still feels normal. Normal like the flu or a cold. That, to me, makes the whole thing feel even worse.
I go in for micro-surgery in a few months. Basically, they take off layer-by-layer of your skin and put it under a microscope until they no longer see cancerous cells. This means they may go in just a bit, or they may go in a lot. Basal cell carcinoma does not grow fast, so hopefully my nose will not get too fucked up during this surgery… But they did say they would put me in touch with a “facial reconstructive surgeon,” which scared the fucking hell out of me at first. But then I thought, “Meh. It will just add more to my character.” Every time I look in the mirror I will remember what civilization has done to my face, and hate it even more! Like some sort of villain in a Batman comic; “You made me!” Only, in this comic, civilization looks like the villain and I look like a fucking saint.
So, aside from that, I figured out the cure for cancer; DISMANTLE CIVILIZATION NOW. Well, it may not “cure” cancer, but it will prevent it from ever happening. How many tumors, cysts and cancers have you had? How many more do you want?
And speaking of cancer, comics and dismantling civilization, Derrick Jensen and Stephanie McMillan have put out a hilarious graphic novel called As The World Burns: 50 Simple Things You Can Do To Stay In Denial. You’ll laugh… You’ll cry… You’ll take action.
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