You wouldn’t know from me (and this blog) but it feels like there is still a certain amount of stigma and discomfort surrounding cancer. I can appreciate that some folks feel a need to maintain a level of privacy about their medical condition - though I suspect their true loved-ones will support them under any circumstances. But what I observe - as subtle as it is - is a reluctance around the topic and conversation. I’ll continue to respect that (just as the world must tolerate my contrasting “in ya face” approach), but I’d offer that this somewhat cloistered approach may not be the healthiest strategy for contending with cancer.
So I had a thought (shocker) on how we could perhaps better support those who are a little apprehensive about bringing up the topic - and therefore alleviating themselves of some of this unnecessary burden.
What if cancer survivors wore a letter “C” on their clothing. This designation could serve as a way to indicate people who want to talk about their cancer (the "C" being for concerned cancer coach). This would help make the world aware of the wearer’s comfort with the cancer conversation, and signals their availability to any other member of the cancer cadre - private or not - that they are “out and about" about cancer.
They wouldn't proselytize about their particular prognosis or offer any unsolicited advice, but rather would silently serve as a noted individual who is ready, willing and able to offer whatever support is necessary for the neophyte or experienced cancer patient. Commiserate about ones condition, trade stories about whatever phase of the therapeutic path they may be in - or about to begin, or swap recipes for any variety of culinary magic that helps mitigate the pain and discomfort of the process (before, during or after treatment).
In hockey, the referee knows who is the team captain and thereby the only one allowed to talk to the "zebras." In religious circles, certain garb (clerical collar, yarmulke, a monk's frock, etc.) helps us know who is the shepherd of our faith needs. And even at Home Depot, the bright orange apron serves as a beacon for advice and guidance on everything from toilets to LED light bulbs.
So for those of us ready to stand at the front of the line, let's wear a giant "C" and let the world know - you can ask me anything. I may not know the answer, and I'm not a doctor (though I do play one at work), but I'll offer whatever information I can, and at minimum a receptive ear. I was glad to stumble upon those people during my times of need - a more prominent designation would have helped even more.
