06/10/2025
Cancer taught me to read people's grocery carts.
Sounds weird, right? Let me explain.
Chemo week grocery trips were strategic missions:
→ Soft foods for mouth sores
→ Ginger everything for nausea
→ Ice cream because nothing else had taste
→ Tissues (so many tissues)
My cart looked like a sick person's cart. And I was mortified.
Until I started noticing other carts:
The woman buying only frozen meals and energy drinks - probably caring for someone sick while working full time.
The man with 6 bottles of Pedialyte and chicken soup - someone at home needs gentle foods.
The teenager buying pregnancy tests and prenatal vitamins - scared, probably alone.
Cancer gave me X-ray vision for other people's struggles.
Now I see the exhausted mom buying pre-made everything and think ""survival mode, not lazy."" I see the elderly man with protein shakes and think ""trying to stay strong.""
I've become a grocery cart detective for human suffering. And somehow, that makes me a better human.
The unexpected gift of going through hell? You develop radar for others walking the same path.
Now when I see someone buying ""sick person food,"" I make eye contact and smile. Not pity - recognition. We're in the club nobody wants to join, but we're not alone.
What everyday situation do you see differently now because of your cancer journey? 🛒"," "