Wed 4 Aug 2010
How Bad Does Cancer Suck? Enough To Make You Turn This Down
Posted by Sean Higgins under Bother , Dumb question, but... , Wine and womenNo Comments

Really, Hitch? Nothing at all?
Christopher Hitchens discusses his diagnosis of of cancer and subsequent experiences in typically fine essay in Vanity Fair:
I can’t see myself smiting my brow with shock or hear myself whining about how it’s all so unfair: I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and have now succumbed to something so predictable and banal that it bores even me. Rage would be beside the point for the same reason.”
To those of us who wonder how it feels, he sums up the existential horror of the experience in just a few swift sentences:
I was fairly reconciled to the loss of my hair, which began to come out in the shower in the first two weeks of treatment, and which I saved in a plastic bag so that it could help fill a floating dam in the Gulf of Mexico. But I wasn’t quite prepared for the way that my razorblade would suddenly go slipping pointlessly down my face, meeting no stubble. Or for the way that my newly smooth upper lip would begin to look as if it had undergone electrolysis, causing me to look a bit too much like somebody’s maiden auntie. (The chest hair that was once the toast of two continents hasn’t yet wilted, but so much of it was shaved off for various hospital incisions that it’s a rather patchy affair.) I feel upsettingly de-natured. If Penélope Cruz were one of my nurses, I wouldn’t even notice. In the war against Thanatos, if we must term it a war, the immediate loss of Eros is a huge initial sacrifice.




