Which one of those options would you prefer? Benign, obviously.
Malignant’s a whole other ball of wax.
Let’s look at some situations. Breast lump? Colon polyps? Benign or malignant? Benign wins every time.
Then, there’s language. Profane language. I’ve made it clear that I can and do swear like a sailor. Stub my toe and out comes the S***word. Break my toe and you’ll hear the F***word.
That’s benign swearing, in my mind. The only object of my disdain is my own clumsiness and a painful toe.
Malignant swearing is a whole other ball of wax.
I said I’d stay away from politics in this blog. But our president’s use of profanity this week, referring to certain people and their countries, was truly malignant. A lot more is at stake than his toe. His platform’s a lot bigger than mine. I try to be careful and I wish he would, too.
I wrote about my breast cancer once and I’m writing about “S***hole” now. Both malignancies rocked my world and caused me to worry, to be deeply concerned about my life as I know it and my future well being.
And that’s that.