In light of Robin's cancer announcement this week, I decided to break out my copy of The Vegucation of Robin and skim over the material that I highlighted but didn't include in my initial review back in July, to see if there was anything I missed. Boy, there sure was. How could I have left out the part where Robin chastises people who get cancer?
In the chapter titled "Fat and Sick Is Not Your Destiny," she writes:
She goes on to chuckle at people with migraines, and pities anyone who assumes science or technology will fix their problems. Also, meet Robin's sister-in-law, who turned to doctors to solve her problems—then died:"When was the last time you ran into someone and he didn't complain about knee pain or a bad back or arthritis or lament that 'I've lost that' or 'Guess I can't do that anymore' or 'I hope I can hang on to what I do have for as long as I can because I know it's going'? Or how about my favorite, 'I'm just falling apart'? It seems like everyone I know is always being knocked out of the game with something. I recently was sitting at a table with a group of men in their fifties and sixties, and they were going around comparing when they had their bypass surgeries—like it was some kind of milestone or right of passage. And everyone's got cancer. It's like you get your diploma when you graduate from college, and when you hit middle age you get cancer. It doesn't have to be some natural event that just happens. But we accept that."
How in the hell are they still releasing this book?"We've gotten really good at just accepting that our bodies will fail us. The same thing happens with what we think of as 'everyday conditions.' They've become so common that we don't even call them disease anymore. I have to chuckle when I hear, 'Oh, I'm just one of those people who has hay fever' or 'I'm just one of those people who gets migraines.' And I love some of these new maladies; they're so funny! Restless leg syndrome—what's that? Dry eye syndrome—huh? Acid reflux disease? What happened? The caveman didn't have dry eye syndrome. He didn't have restless leg. And if he had acid reflux, you can bet he'd never eat what gave it to him ever again. But commercials on TV tell us that not only are these things customary but that there's a pill for that too! So we accept it as our lot in life. We accept that we just have to live with it. Or worse, we assume technology or science will fix it. My sister-in-law kept waiting for doctors to solve her problems. She didn't think she could do anything for herself, and so she just suffered, getting sicker and sicker and sicker until she eventually passed away."