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Here is what David writes about what helped him most when he was in cancer treatment:
Sitting and Doing Stuff: What my friends did that helped me cope
with The Suck
I can start by saying that in
reflecting back I may be attributing some meaning to aspects of my experience
that may not have been true in the moment.
I know I needed more than anything a sense of normalcy and those privy
to my experience at the time conscious or not or perhaps because I requested it,
provided as much. If I can simplify the
value of the experience with my friends I would place the helpful experiences
in two categories, sitting and doing stuff.
Treatment was boring. Sitting for five-six hours with God knows
what being pumped into your body offered perhaps a chance to be reflective but
I appreciated the company most of the time.
I was selective about who came because very few could sit there without
the compulsory sad face to go with it. Most
conversations were about work or what I was reading at the time. My friend Greg offered an endless supply of
graphic novels to help me pass the time.
Sometimes it was the morbid outlook of some of the people around
me. Sometimes I would sleep through the
visits. I remember that I found some
comfort in another’s (David S.) teenaged experience with the same type of
cancer. Another friend Gelila would come
hang out with me every Sunday evening during the week of treatment (The Suck) and
watch animation domination. As much as I
hated her asking if I needed anything every five seconds I came to recognize
that she gave me something to look forward to.
It was an opportunity to hang out and I was more inclined to focus on
her company than how I was going to be feeling.
When it came to doing stuff, Clark was
my enabler. Clark would pick me up
(driving seemed to make the nausea worse) on a few of my really horrible days
to attend parties and offer opportunities to chase women I had no business or
real interest in chasing. I was stubborn
enough to fake my way through most events without anyone catching on and the one
or two observant folks who did so were easily thrown off with some nonsensical
excuse they rarely if ever chose to press further.
Above all else, my experience
showed me how much I valued my ability to create. Having friends attend shoots as assistants
was helpful. I came to appreciate the
little things like the offer to carry my pack.
Sometimes they got in the way of the work but the fact that they made it
possible for me to be out there creating was a blessing. There were some ill-advised beach and
mountain trips (Edisto and Asheville, respectively) that I found incredibly
refreshing if only for the change in scenery and the opportunities to create
somewhere else. The way I saw it, I
could feel crappy at home on the sofa or I could feel crappy doing something
fun some place else. The some place else
offered a number of things, the most important being the opportunity to get to
know someone a bit better than for some reason other opportunities had failed
to provide. There was never a question
at least that I can remember of whether I felt up to doing something. It was usually “hey, you know what would be really
cool?”…And away we went.
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