This is my private term for making manipulative use of the terror and pity that cancer inspires in most people.

I'm a cancer patient. I'm not dying;1 I'm not in pain; I'm not even greatly inconvenienced 2 by it. However, every so often I succumb to the temptation to say, "Excuse me, I'm a CANCER PATIENT..." in order to intimidate people into considering my needs.

Mea culpa.

  1. Except in the sense that I am mortal, just like everyone else.

  2. These things are relative. I have very low energy, but I was never a triathlete anyway.