How public do we want our personal health?

Personal illness, even serious illness like cancer, sends us into an inner retreat sometimes. In a recent "My Turn" essay in Newsweek a cancer survivor describes his ambivalence in beating his cancer when others have not and in the public acknowledgment of surviving embodied in the Cancer Society's Relay for Life.

Here's an excerpt:

When darkness fell, and I'd suffered through the promised laps, I sat on the ground with my family beneath the moon. We listened to the roll call of those locals who had died from cancer—names of old friends and familiar mountain surnames—lilting off into the cool night air. Brown paper candle luminaries representing victims formed a circle of light on the ground around the track, and people took turns reading as photos of the fallen were projected on a movie screen.

It was then that I realized something profound about my day. It wasn't humiliating. It wasn't cheesy, or corny, but just right. My mom was right to sign me up. The people that really know me—the ones who watched me grow up, who coached me in little league and went to the Presbyterian church with my family—were here for me and all of the rest of the men and women who'd lived through their own lonely cancer hell. It mattered to them that I was still here. That is no small thing.