Recently a friend of mine expressed that she’s seen a lot of “ugh, people say the dumbest things when you’re seriously ill” stuff, and it makes her afraid to say anything at all to someone who is seriously ill, for fear of sticking her foot in her mouth. But, she also doesn’t want to just not say anything, because that seems crappy too. So, she wondered what the solution is. I’m going to expound here a bit on what I told her.
The first thing I said is that I think the key is to look at a person with a serious illness as a person, not as an illness, and not as an object of pity. One of the quickest ways to make me feel like The Other, as someone less-than, is to do that broken neck sad face and say something in that voice that says “Oh poor you.” You know that face. It looks something like this:
Here’s the thing. The able bodied world often looks at people with disabilities as less-than, and it’s incredibly isolating. At worst, in manifests in openly excluding people with disabilities from public life. You don’t invite that kid with disabilities to your son’s birthday party because you think your kid has nothing in common with them; you don’t hire the person in the wheelchair, because you don’t think they’re up to the job. But the same attitude of seeing people with disabilities as less-than is what drives well-meaning people celebrate us for just going about the business of of our lives, because the expectation of what it means to live with a disability is so low.
Let me give you an example: I get told I’m brave a lot, as though people expect me to be sitting at home crying all day. What??? I mean, is my life harder now that I have a terminal illness? Of course it is. What I’m experiencing is fucking brutal. But I can tell you that if you had metastatic breast cancer, and I sincerely hope none of you ever will, you’d be doing just what I do. Putting me up on some pedestal for not crawling in a hole and dying is an example of how you see me as not like you. It’s buidling a wall between us.
I appreciate your support, and your empathy, and your asking me questions about how I’m doing or how you can help. But your pity is something I neither want nor need. If pity is actually what you feel for me, I beg you to set it aside when you’re interacting with me. If you have to, just don’t say anything about my illness, and talk only about yourself, or the weather, or that local sports team. Talk about anything other than the thing that makes you pity me.
Which brings me to the second point I made, and here’s the part where I may come off as an asshole, but I kinda don’t care.
I get that it’s hard for people to know what to say to someone with a serious illness. But you know what’s harder? Politely smiling while someone gives you the broken neck sad face. I’ve been doing it for over a year now–biting my tongue and saying to myself, “They mean well. It comes from a place of love. Of course they don’t know they’re pushing my buttons right now. Give them a pass, it’s hard for them too.” But every day it gets harder for me to stay quiet, and I find myself disengaging from social situations rather than have conversations that upset me.
And here’s the thing: between you, who’s worried about saying the wrong thing, and me, who is dealing with treatment, facing my untimely death, AND having my buttons pushed, who’s got it worse? Who should be the one to learn to set their own uncomfortable feelings aside–the person with the terminal illness, or her friends? I hate to play the cancer card here…oh wait, no I don’t.
The good news is, when I remind them that I’m just a regular person like they are, most people’s attitude towards me changes. There are a few folks who just can’t seem to let go of their seeing me as The Other–and I think that tends to come from the deep-down fear of ending up like me. But for most people, when I point out that I’m just doing what they’d do if they were faced with my circumstancces, they stop with the “You’re so brave” nonsense and go back to talking to me like a regular person. Which is really all I’m asking: to be treated just like anyone else, and not as an object of pity.
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As the parent of a chronically ill child, I can really tell the difference between close friends and acquaintances. Acquaintances want to know how my daughter is doing with her disease. Friends want to hear about how she is doing in school, how her baseball game went, etc. They want to know about her, not her condition. It is frustrating, and it isn’t even about me!
As someone that really hasn’t gotten to hang out with you since college, if I were to get the chance to spend a day with you, I would want to talk with you about all the stuff you have done in the past ~20 years. Your job, your family, whatever else you have been up to. Cancer is a small part of that! It is a small part of who you are! Hopefully I can keep that same idea in mind when I do interact with people I know in similar situations.
UGH! The broken neck sad face!!! Gets me EVERY time!!! I cop it from friends and strangers alike and it drives me batty. I know I have cancer but I’m NOT cancer. I’m Kate, and there’s so much more to me than some shitty little cells spreading their crap around my breast tissue and lymph nodes!!! C’mon everyone – look past the bald head and remember I am first a person, then a patient.
So well written – and I understand exactly why you needed to write this. It sums up my frustrations with people daily. THANK YOU!!!
You said it so well… The first year I smiled and nodded, the second I started disengaging, now I just don’t give a shit and say what I want. I found one of the worst expressions of “empathy” was hearing about all the people who died of cancer in a “friends” life, because that’s helpful. Not. But it was all about that person, at that time, and we are no longer friends for a few good reasons. Many of the things people make lists about don’t bother me, but pity most certainly does. I’m grateful that my family and good friends can make morbid and distasteful jokes around and with me, because that’s the way we’ve always been… We haven’t changed on the inside. xox
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I love my dearest friends, they make horrific cancer jokes. 🙂 That makes life feel normal, without a cranked neck.
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yup. try to excuse them but then just educate them. fear vs. love.
you are so right. keep on keeping on.
Dang girl. But you are brave. Or just awesome. Yeah, you’re fucking awesome.
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Yeah, I’m fucking awesome. And so are you!
You expressed how I feel perfectly. I wouldn’t be able to say it any better. Thank you for putting this out there because quite often, I also feel like I need to excuse those type of behaviors because “they mean well.” But you’re right, it gets to a point where we get tired of permitting it and hearing it. It certainly doesn’t help us at all. And yes, it creates a wall.
I would rather people say nothing to me. At this point in my life I have no expectations from anyone.
Their behavior is sometimes a reflection of their denial, which can be pretty powerful and difficult to change.
I am also not sure how we can change “the culture.”
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