The best validation was watching the faces of people in the audience
that I know are part of Cancer Land—they got it. They know the condescension that
accrues around cancer and the pastel politics of treatment speech. But I also
worry that I shocked some by calling Lance Armstrong “One Ball”. But really. And
now reading today’s New York Times, if “One Ball” turns out to be “I doped my
own balls”….what will we do with all those yellow bracelets?
But my overall feeling today is run and hide. I went out in
public and read out loud. And now, well, just breathe into it, and wear pink, I
guess.
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