I mean it looks shit, but if you actually have cancer and know you will probably die, then you might actually appreciate ways to make fun of your inescapable condition.
When my Mom was in hospice, they strung balloons and a banner on her birthday. She passed two days later. I was cathartic, but I sung happy birthday to her. Sometimes the absurdity can be a comfort when you’re vulnerable.
I mean it looks shit, but if you actually have cancer and know you will probably die, then you might actually appreciate ways to make fun of your inescapable condition.
When my Mom was in hospice, they strung balloons and a banner on her birthday. She passed two days later. I was cathartic, but I sung happy birthday to her. Sometimes the absurdity can be a comfort when you’re vulnerable.