I don’t know of how many of you will recall this, but when I gave out my last Pants Award, the recipient turned around and told me that I shouldn’t have criticised her site because she has terminal cancer. I’m not sure in what way the two are related — cancer doesn’t cause you to have a shite website — but the site was shortly deleted nonetheless. She then said (for some kind of dramatic effect I guess) “
I just told you I am going to die“…
Fast forward a while, to this month. I’d forgotten all about her. In theory, she should be dead by this point, really. I mean, I didn’t believe her for a second and it wouldn’t be the first time that someone online had made up bullshit to try and win sympathy, but one likes to err on the side of caution with these things, you know? Terminal cancer is after all is said and done, “terminal”. That means they’re going to die.
Lo, how surprised was I then, when someone pops a comment on the Pants entry to tell me that Ms. Amarilys is alive and well. In fact, her plurk even shows a consistent timeline of posting, apart from a short break of 4 days for “surgery”. Given that I was in hospital for 4 days under minor circumstances, I somehow doubt that her doctors managed to cure terminal cancer and have her out of hospital and ready to post again within that teeny tiny timespan.
Cancer: it’s a horrible disease. I’m glad that through so much campaigning and support from charities we have the kind of cure rates that we do. It’s not perfect, people are still dying, but I hope that some day this won’t be the case. Given that I was there to watch my Nan die of lung cancer when I was just 14… it sickens me that someone could be so screwed up in the head that they feel using terminal cancer is necessary… because they’re a little embarrassed about a FICTIONAL fucking award. Get a grip on reality for crying out loud.
Oh, and your website still sucks.