At Christmas, 1998, as I was nearing the end of my radiation treatments, the techs gave me a new calendar, a gift for their cancer patients from a local cancer charity. I didn't know how to react. Why should cancer qualify me for a free anything? Why was this charity spending its money and energy on calendars? Maybe the cute kitten pictures were supposed to cheer me up. I'm sure those responsible for the gift had the best of intentions, but the gift made me uncomfortable.
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