Cancer for two July 2, 2013

 

 

I touched upon this yesterday, and will likely explore it more in depth in the future because of all the odd things that have transpired in telling this tale over the last year or so, the fact that she and our former temporary boss came up with the same kind of cancer and announced this fact to the world over the same weekend is the oddest of all, increasing suspicion about how they have been connected, even though our temporary boss is doing everything possible to hush it up.

This is a type of cancer that is contagious and is often transmitted through oral, something our former temporary boss fully admitted to, only claiming he contracted it at some point prior to his marriage. Since the cancer can lie dormant for decades in some cases, this gave him the needed to keep his marriage from imploding.

It appears his diagnosis came about last month as he informed us and the world that he would need surgery to remove the growth from his throat.

She made her announcement the following Monday.

I imagined the behind the scenes panicked conversations between those two on how to handle it, so as not to completely obliterate his personal life – although ultimately, the fact that they both announced their cancer so closely in time only confirmed that the two had been connected romantically – at least, in my opinion.

I suppose most other people saw it as a strange coincidence.

GA, the Hometown blogger, had informed me about our poet’s medical history months ago, claiming that two Hometown attorneys had accused our poet of spreading a deadly disease – leading me to believe with the current announcements that this is likely the cause of our former temporary boss’ condition as well.

Her announcement was hardly unexpected. She had been getting negative pap smears for several years.

But the duel announcements raise some questions about a poem she posted recently in which she seems to be consoling a man about not seeing him as frequently as he might like and describing the delight in his performance of oral sex on her.

When I first read the poem, I assumed it involved someone other than our former temporary boss, also assuming that romantic relationship between them had ended last summer, forcing him to settle into the role of loyal friend instead.

The poem, of course, may well have been describing something that had transpired while they were still engaged, she referring to that incident from the past to console him about their lack of it in more contemporary times.

Then or now, the poem does not deal with his over-reaction to the news about his cancer, nor his desperate need to claim he caught the disease long before hie association with our poet or even his wife, or his securing this myth by proposing to write a book about all the women he made love to in the past, and one from whom he must have contracted the disease.

This reaction only makes the circumstances of his revelation all more suspicious – in the same way his behavior was suspicious those times we met in the Hometown park to discuss her, and he refused to return back to the office together for fear she might see us and guess at what we talked about.

His behavior in reaction to the cancer is even more over the top as he built his fictional history of love making in order to keep his wife from learning he had cheated on her with the poet and had contracted a disease as a result.

All this is theory, of course, but an educated speculation.

Our former temporary boss lacks a poker face, and tends to telegraph his actions, yet always thinking himself utterly clever in his ability to pull off the lie – when in fact the opposite is true. He is constantly giving himself away, only he doesn’t know it.

This may be what she meant when she posted her poem about being an accidental thief, and how the subject of that poem was unaware of his own broadcasting of thoughts and emotions.  While that poem was not likely about him, it showed how well she was capable of reading even clever people and reading him for her would have been no challenge.

And yet, his contracting cancer must have startled her as much as it did him, which may explain her fool hearty act of announcing her cancer so soon as he announced his.

Certainly, their announcing their contracting a cancer on the same weekend is too much of a coincidence.

But I’m sure there will be more about all this in the future.

 

 


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