Cracked Pot Meditations – Not Everyone Has Had Cancer

   Meditation for April 10th Not Everyone Has Had Cancer The sad news is that some of you will go through life and never have cancer. You will never really have anything to really complain about. Weird to say that this is sad news, but it isn’t really sad news for you; it’s sad news […]

  

Meditation for April 10th

Not Everyone Has Had Cancer

The sad news is that some of you will go through life and never have cancer. You will never really have anything to really complain about. Weird to say that this is sad news, but it isn’t really sad news for you; it’s sad news to all the people you complain to about your amazing life. You will think what you are going through is painful, but it isn’t at all a real pain. 

I feel sorry for you. I get to be in a society of survivors who have been through a very real, painful experience that we will never truly get over, even if we get into remission. It isn’t that I don’t have cancer anymore, it’s that I don’t have cancer now, but will in the future. The medical trauma alone stays with us years after going into remission. We spent years going into hospitals and offices, getting poked, prodded, pumped full of poisonous chemicals, radiated, and even cut open and scooped out, and then we are just supposed to be normal again.

People who haven’t been through any of that think they can relate. Some will even attempt to give us advice or tell us what we should have done instead of what we did for treatment, as if they have access to all the knowledge and education the professionals who treated us have, like the internet lets us be on equal grounds with everyone. Sorry, you can’t sit with us.

You won’t belong to this society. You will try to relate to us with things like a bad flu you had, a break-up, or the time you had a bad case of ADHD, but it isn’t the same. I’m not saying you don’t feel pain; I am just saying that pain is subjective. Some people have had so little pain in their lives that a small inconvenience will be the end of the world, but you’ve had nothing else to compare it to.

You actually have never felt pain. You cry over nothing. Your pain is like a child who sees a cut and starts crying. Your pain is nothing but an illusion. 

Now that I am a cancer survivor, I take the real pain I have felt, and I join other survivors, and we meet once a year under the name the Bilderberg Group. We use our pain to run the world’s financial and political powers.

Cancer gives us the ability to know what’s good for us. Your lack of pain makes it too hard to make the important decision to make the world work. We know the sacrifice it takes to make the world spin. You think you’re voting and having a choice in what you consume, but it is we, the Cancer Survivor Bilderburg Group, that chooses for you. Bush? That was us. Obama? That was us, too. Theodore Cruz? Yup, we chose him too. Why? Because we know better than you. Cancer survivors have been behind everything from the Protestant Reformation wars in Europe to 9-11, all while other groups have been getting blamed. Still, it’s always been us, the sickly recovering from the curse of being alive.

If you live long enough, you’ll die of cancer. Some people really are in awe of the perfection of Earth, allowing life, even using it as proof of an intelligent being, but cancer proves that this isn’t true, that we will mutate to death. Who better to take control of our outcomes than those who the uncaring, cruel universe has mutated? If you think the Bilderberg Group is making mistakes, you should see what would have happened if we hadn’t interfered!

Prayer

St. Peregrine,

Please let me have cancer again.

The treatment is awful,

And I’ll never be the same again,

And even after getting through the treatment, I’ll enter a long, dark depression,

But the payoff is I get to say and do whatever I want,

And all I have to say is,

“Sorry, I have cancer.”

No one can be mad. 

“I don’t have to do that,

I have cancer.”

Who can blame you?

“Sorry, I punched your child in the neck, but I have cancer.”

Who can be mad?

Now that I don’t have cancer anymore, I’m expected to be normal. 

I’ll never be normal again. 

Amen.

Craft

Reuben Casserol

Preheat oven to 400 degrees

Spread breadcrumbs on the bottom of a greased 9 x 13-inch casserole dish. Top that with sauerkraut spread evenly over the breadcrumbs. Lay beef over the sauerkraut. Pour Russian dressing on top of that. 

Spray the aluminum foil and cover the dish. Bake for 20 minutes. 

Remove the cover, sprinkle Swiss cheese on top, and bake for another 10 minutes. 

Eat that shit, yo!

Goal 

Just remember that unless you have had cancer, you haven’t really dealt with anything. You’re just a tourist in life. 

We are the banks and the government. Bilderberg is Latin for cancer survivor. Illuminati is Greek for cancer haver. 

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