Why is it so hard to take ownership that it's there? That it exists whether we acknowledge it or not?
Is it because we think that if we ignore it it will eventually ebb away, like a bad hangover?
Every moment changes.
Time is not static.
We feed this mindset with platitudes of reassurance that "this too will pass"; "time heals all"; "keep looking forward"; "hakuna matata".
But such prosaic statements work no magic on a Pink Elephant.
So we keep quiet.
Is it hard to speak out loud, not because we are afraid of what the Pink Elephant might say; but rather, because we are afraid that once it starts speaking we will never get it to shut up?
Such it would seem is the nature of metastatic breast cancer.