Back among my people for my six-month checkup at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN, I realized that wearing a mask now normalizes everyone.  It used to be the mask-wearers at Mayo were more-than-likely chemo patients with extremely weakened immune systems.  Now the cancer patient and the non-cancer patient look more similar.  Having lived with Neutropenia for almost a year following my last chemo in September of 2018, I became accustomed to wearing a mask in public and eating fast food drive-thru in my car.  Now the rest of the world can be other-oriented toward me and others who live like it is a pandemic every day of the year.  People who have thwarted the mitigation efforts are what I will dub, health-privileged.  The health-privileged are ignorant of a life filled with doctor appointments, procedures, and hospitalizations.  Similar to those who suffer from white privilege, the health-privileged take their health for granted and flout mask-wearing, social distancing, and self-isolation because they only see how such practices prohibit their daily activities rather than enable others'.  Perhaps those with health-privilege should take note how the limitations they feel have been imposed upon them during this pandemic are the same limitations those of us with chronic illnesses face daily.  You have been given a gift to live with restrictions forced upon you without actually contracting a disease.  Take note.  Pay attention.  Not until the author John Howard Griffin darkened his skin to live as a black man in the South in 1959 did this white man understand the scorn and ridicule faced by a man of color.  His book Black Like Me helped some whites, those willing to be other-oriented, understand the privilege afforded them just because of the color of their skin.  Perhaps I should write a book and call it Chronically Ill Like Me.