Remember when I instagrammed the above photo with the caption “Here we gooo,” and warned you to brace yourself for lots of talk and reflection about a little book (and movie!) called The Fault In Our Stars? Well, it all starts now! I wrote about four ways I can identify with Hazel for The Frisky yesterday. Hazel’s story was my story: As I was reading the book, I kept identifying with Hazel and her story, especially when it came to her cancer and how her medical past has affected her life – both as a child and as a young woman. Here’s an excerpt…
“She seemed to be mostly a professional sick person, like me, which made me worry that when I died they’d have nothing to say about me except that I fought heroically, as if the only thing I’d ever done was Have Cancer.”
Translation: I am not disabled. I am a person with a disability. There’s a huge difference, and it’s something I’ve been trying to reconcile even more as I get older. It’s a very fine line to walk (no pun intended), but I am more than my disability; it’s part of me, but it’s not all of me. Growing up, I never wanted to be known as The Girl In The Hospital Bed With Messy Hair And A Bunch of IV Chords Sticking Out of Her Arm. I’m so much more than that. Plus, it just wasn’t a good look for me. It’s still not.
You can read the rest of the essay here. What do you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts! xoxo