Cancerland

Just returned from an appointment in Cancerland, a world populated by not-quite-dead, not-fully-alive zombi-like beings with sticky palor, wigs, and caustic chemicals in their veins. They are propped humanlike on couches that are comfortable but not quite homelike and not quite hotel-like, serviced by unnaurally kind people in white coats. I lived in Cancerland for over a year. Now I visit for an hour or two every few months. But once you've lived in Cancerland, you never forget what it's like to exist submerged in the twilight life of illness and fear.