I have cancer. Don't tell me you're sorry.

Because of cancer, I have learned about the healthcare system, I have learned about biology and genetics, I have met people who struggle to stay alive, I have met people who save lives. I have learned to invest in biotech start-ups – ka-ching! I am engaged in a whole world that is of no interest to healthy people, and why should it be? They have better things to do. Mostly I feel sorry for people who have not been through what I have. Chemotherapy will show you what you are made of. I am stealth. I know things you don’t.

Do you know what I’m scared of? Nothing.

Cancer just suits me.

I am good in a fight. This one goes on for the rest of my life. But I have been fighting with myself in one way or another all along. I am used to it. I can’t think of a time when my mind or my body was not out to get me. I am at ease with this discomfort. I am a ballerina doing a pirouette with perfect turnout in toe shoes, and it does not even hurt anymore. I am elated. I love spinning this way. I would not have it otherwise.

I am a con artist and cancer is my final con.