![]() Dobby is bald, wears an old pillowcase and is hard to look at. What I am aware of now, more than ever, is that everyone is fighting some type of battle, even when you can’t see it. ![]() During treatment, I was waging a battle that was visible and obvious. When you have a bald head, your ride is a wheelchair and you carry an emesis basin instead of a purse, people are kind. ![]() Here is what Dobby the Cancer Elf taught me 1. Because of cancer, I learned things that you only know for sure when you survive in spite of the odds. The moments of clarity brought to me courtesy of Dobby my Cancer Elf are much appreciated. Kind of a modern-day Jiminy Cricket, he is up in your ‘house’, as it were – for the duration – making a mess of things organized, then ultimately freeing you from it. Cancer is like having Dobby, the House Elf from Harry Potter as your companion in consciousness on the crossing. For me, Dobby is a metaphor for cancer meddlesome, a harbinger and ultimately, a saving grace. He is raggedy, with a poverty of sophistication and a lack of filter that, while somewhat refreshing, is also uncomfortable. He was an indentured servant, until the gift of an old sock from Harry freed him. 10 Things I learned from Cancer & Dobby the House Elfĭobby the house elf, from the Harry Potter books, was a principled, yet interfering house elf for the nefarious Malfoy Family.
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