Cancer Journal # 30 April 24

 I got an email from Jan Carroll yesterday, noting that there had been no blog entry for a while and asking if things were OK.  Bless the woman!  Yes, things are fine.  As I told her, nothing cancery has happened for a while.  Which is not totally true.  My PSA /# was checked on April 22 and it again came back as too low to be detectable.

I realize there is a certain absence of dramatic tension to my story.  I can imagine an editor saying that it starts dragging at about pg.75.  I say, "What about praying for those women, what about fitness training?"  He says, "Don't confuse digression with narrative development.  You've got a story to tell.  Tell it!"  The manifest injustice of this instruction stuns me into silence.  That's just the thing.  I don't have a story to tell!  Unless there's a way to goose my PSA, I'm not gonna have a story to tell.  So unless digression can somehow become the story, the reader may just want to find something else to read. But there are worse problems a cancer diagnosee can have.

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  1. Candace, resident artist, Swallow Nest Art StudioApril 24, 2021 at 5:23 PM

    So why not write about something else? We don't need a cancer narrative to read your blog, even though it is a Cancer Journal, but it can be that in name only. I'm sure you have other interesting things to say.

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    1. charlieschaeferApril 25, 2021 at 7:43 AM

      I tend to agree with you. The problem is the no-account imaginary editor who insists these things are digressions. What's a blogger to do? Maybe just get a new imaginary editor.

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  2. Jan CApril 25, 2021 at 11:27 AM

    Absolutely no worries if there are no cancery posts! :)

    I too would enjoy reading whatever you feel inspired to post here!

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