Musical reminiscence ...

She happened across one of her favorite Eighties songs tonight ...
The lyrics are pretty damned amazing considering that she and many of her young friends are cancer survivors. We don't want handouts, don't want pity, just want a cure and to make it out of this shit:

OUT OF THE RUINS
OUT FROM THE WRECKAGE
CAN`T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE THIS TIME
WE ARE THE CHILDREN
THE LAST GENERATION
WE ARE THE ONES THEY LEFT BEHIND
AND I WONDER WHEN WE ARE EVER GONNA CHANGE
LIVING UNDER THE FEAR, TILL NOTHING ELSE REMAINS

WE DON`T NEED ANOTHER HERO
WE DON`T NEED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME
ALL WE WANT IS LIFE BEYOND
THUNDERDOME

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
WE CAN RELY ON
THERE`S GOTTA BE SOMETHING BETTER OUT THERE
LOVE AND COMPASSION
THEIR DAY IS COMING
ALL ELSE ARE CASTLES BUILT IN THE AIR
AND I WONDER WHEN WE ARE EVER GONNA CHANGE
LIVING UNDER THE FEAR TILL NOTHING ELSE REMAINS

ALL THE CHILDREN SAY
WE DON`T NEED ANOTHER HERO
WE DON`T NEED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME
ALL WE WANT IS LIFE BEYOND
THUNDERDOME

SO WHAT DO WE DO WITH OUR LIFES
WE LEAVE ONLY A MARK
WILL OUR STORY SHINE LIKE A LIGHT
OR END IN THE DARK
GIVE IT ALL OR NOTHING

WE DON`T NEED ANOTHER HERO
WE DON`T NEED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME
ALL WE WANT IS LIFE BEYOND
THUNDERDOME

Yup ... looking for life beyond this "Thunderdome" of cancer ...
After thinking about this movie that I had seen years ago ... and forgotten ... it seems so, so much like what our worlds are like. The harsh and barren worlds of cancer survivors.
No cancer survivor-friend of mine is weak. No one asks for handouts. Not one asked for this shit. We, simply, know that we're living with a chronic disease. No cure. I get it.
But, we're here. We're in this "Thunderdome." Trapped. Threatened. Living in fear.
We're not wimps ... we're not lazy ... we're not "sick" ... AND WE'RE NOT ASKING FOR "ANOTHER HERO."
We're, simply, asking for life beyond this "Thunderdome." Praying and begging for The Cure. Praying for life. Praying to see our babies grow to be big boys and girls ... without having this beast on our backs.
I guess cancer is my "Thunderdome."

xoxo
Anna