CANCER COUNTER-CULTURE MANIFESTO

🖤 THE CANCER COUNTER-CULTURE MANIFESTO

By MyelomaLife: Uncensored. Unfiltered. Unapologetic.

We are not your warriors.
We didn’t sign up to “battle” for your inspiration.
This isn’t a Hallmark movie. It’s a messy, terrifying, absurd circus of scans, side effects, and sarcastic survival.

We reject toxic positivity.
"Stay strong" doesn’t shrink tumors.
We’re allowed to scream, cry, laugh inappropriately, and make chemo memes at 3am. That’s strength.

We tell the truth—even when it’s ugly.
Yes, we’re exhausted.
Yes, we smell like antiseptic and fear.
Yes, we forgot what day it is again.
And yes, we’re still here.

We are not pinkwashed propaganda.
We are rage.
We are relapse.
We are remission with side effects.
We are the bad days no one posts about.

We laugh in the face of death.
Dark humor is our oxygen.
Our punchlines are chemo-infused.
Our sarcasm is a symptom.

We are not your poster children.
We are the bruised, bloated, emotionally unstable, brutally honest misfits of cancerland.
We don’t fit in your awareness month.

We are the counter-culture.
No filters. No platitudes. No apologies.

This is MyelomaLife.
Raw. Real. Rebellious.
Not dead yet, and not shutting up.

This isn’t a curated cancer journey.
This is grief, rage, fear, and fury—unedited.

I’m not your brave little warrior.
I’m not here to smile through it.
I’m here to scream into the IV pole and laugh through the nausea.

Cancer didn’t make me stronger.
It made me strange.
It made me angry.
It made me allergic to your pastel inspiration posts and toxic positivity.

This page isn’t a place for hope memes and “you got this!” platitudes.
This is a bloodstained confession booth for anyone who’s sick of playing nice with pain.

I believe grief, rage, and joy can coexist.
I believe sarcasm is sacred.
And I believe that dark humor saves lives.

So no—I’m not okay.
But I’m here.
And I’ve got shit to say.
This is cancer counter-culture.
And it starts now.
Uncensored. Unfiltered. Unapologetic.

🩸Welcome to MyelomaLife.