When I first heard about the cancer, I wondered if the whole
thing was fake, mistakenly thinking maybe she was looking for the same
attention our former temporary boss got when he announced his diagnosis.
GA, the intrepid hometown blogger, assured me this wasn’t
the case, although apparently, our temporary boss apparently originally thought
not to get traditional treatment, based on something our poet said to him.
His wife intervened and he reversed himself.
The most alarming thing about the whole situation is just
how much private information the normally reserved poet revealed, when she
previously issued information on a need to know basis, person to person, rarely
a public announcement.
And yet, here she broadcast the information along with her
plans to deal with it, raising some questions as to why?
Maybe GA was right in that word had already gotten out in
Hometown, and this was her way of heading it off, by telling everybody she was
fighting back against the dread disease.
Her posts already sound like an infomercial, the kind of advertisement
that is supposed to come off as a legitimate story but has all the feel of a
sales pitch.
All this started about the same time our temporary boss made
his announcement, though at first, it wasn’t anything concrete. One post said
she had given up smoking. Another post showed a coffee pot with the tag line: “but
not for drinking.” Still, another post showed her pouring the contents of a
wine bottle down the kitchen sink.
Then, we get several photos that reportedly show her after
some sort of surgery, some of her hand where the IV was inserted, and numerous
photos of the food processor her mother gave her for her birthday. One photo
shows her with plants in the front seat of a new SUV (with no indication to
whom the vehicle belongs, and another photo of her step father sharing one of
his famous dinners (making me wonder if he also served coffee with it.)
The jar poem from about a month ago along with more recent
photos of jars indicates her recent dedication to her new diet.
Living up to that old Shakespeare quote “I think he protests
too much,” makes me wonder how real all this is, even though I’m scared that her
cancer might be as real as our former temporary boss’.
With so few posts talking specifically about her condition,
it is hard to tell – though again, as I have indicated earlier, her final announcement
came on the same weekend as our former temporary boss’ and had it not been for
GA, saying there is some real disease, I might have suspected a scam – only who
in the world would claim to have cancer when they don’t. The feeling I got,
however, is that she is in an absolute panic, afraid for her life – despite all
those nights poised on her roof top debating whether or not to jump. She
clearly wants to stay alive.
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