Welcome to my superpower
It’s only three words. It’s such a common question.
But these days, when people ask me, “How are you?” I panic a little bit.
I have to think hard about what to say in response, because being truthful about what’s going on in my life would amount to unleashing my superpower. So much power! So much responsibility!
Here’s the honest answer I would have to give if someone asked me that question right now, on Nov. 2, 2013: “Well, my father has cancer all over his body: It has metastasized and spread to almost every organ. My two siblings and have spent the last month going to doctors with him, dealing with hospitalizations, sitting at his bedside and lining up full-time care for our mother. Mom has Huntingdon’s Disease, a genetic disease that is completely unrelated to aging. It affects mood, behavior, mental abilities, memory and most cognitive functions as well as many aspects of physical movement. Essentially a part of her brain is being destroyed and it’s taking away her ability to walk, think, talk, feed herself, swallow and remember things. If nothing else gets her, a complication from HD will kill her; it’s fatal and there’s no real treatment.”
Voila! Witness my superpower in action! I have the unrivaled ability to do two things: Bring someone else’s mood way, way down, and make the stricken question-asker so very sorry they ever asked.
Marvel, please call me, I’m sure this superpower would work well as the cornerstone of a summer tentpole movie. We’ll have to figure out what my superhero name would be: Depresso? Moodkiller? Superbummer? Not to worry, we can figure that out later.
So anyway, how are you?