I’m A Wimp

“I don’t like the sight of blood” I say.
“I faint too easily.”
” I’m a sympathetic vomiter”.

“You’re a wimp” they say.
“You’d better hope you don’t ever get seriously ill!” they tell me.
“You better hope that you never deal with anyone who has cancer! All those needles and injections!” they laugh, their words a patronising pat on the head.

They don’t know.
They don’t know.

I have a serious illness. I have been in chronic pain virtually every day for 32 years. I am strong.
Every 7 days, I take a needle and push it in to my stomach. I am brave.
I have lost both of my parents and one of my sisters. Two to cancer. One to Parkinsons Disease. I am unbreakable.
I also lost my best friend. Car accident. I am resilient.
I have faced the things which frighten me most and I have smiled at them. I am determined.

“You are a wimp!” They laugh. I laugh too.
I know who I am and what I am. I am strong, brave, unbreakable, resilient and determined.
I am resourceful, adaptable and courageous.
I’m a fuckin’ superhero.
But even superheroes can faint at the sight of blood.
🙂