What's the Deal with Cancer?

From Christian water parks to another existential question I’m having right now. Is banging a girl who just recovered from cancer an act of kindness or of a complete asshole? Let’s have the esteemed panel of Stephen A. Smith and Bill Walton take a break from NBA Fastbreak to debate this point.

SAS: The bottom line my friend, is that what Barney did was an act of kindness. He was boosting her self esteem. BOOSTING HER SELF ESTEEM.
BW: I beg to differ, Stephen A. In my opinion, what Barney did was hooorrrrible.
SAS: Were you listening to me? The girl needed something to boost her confidence. Barney sacrificed himself so she could get her own game going. That’s what all great players do. They make those around them better.
BW: Taking advantage of a girl who was down on her luck is one of the worst things I’ve heard of in the history of Western Civilization.
SAS: Taking advantage? What Shaq in his prime did to Rasho Nasterevic was taking advantage of someone. Barney didn’t even bring his A game out. I’d dare to say he didn’t even bring his C game.
BW: I remember one time back was a student at UCLA. There was a young female who had just gotten over a nasty case of the gout. I hadn’t seen her around in awhile and was concerned for her well being. These were the days of free love and The Grateful Dead were playing in the background. One of my friends noticed her amorous overtones and told me to, “Throw it down Big Man.” But in the back of my mind I heard one of John Wooden’s greatest sayings: “Give a man a fish, and he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he eats for a lifetime.
SAS: What does that mean? I ask you, what does that mean?
BW: Ah Stephen A. Understand that, and you’ll understand the meaning of life. Just like a perfectly executed cross screen.
SAS: I give up. Where are my cheese doodles?

Alright, that was either the most ingenious thing I’ve written here or the worst. But I’m going to continue to do as many drunk Barney stories in other peoples voices as possible. Because it hides the fact that I’m basically telling the same thing over and over.

Anyway, because I don’t want my point of view distorted by Stephen A, here are the facts (as well as I can relay them because I was blacked out for portions of the night).
Her friend asked me a month or so ago what I thought about her. She was apparently looking to get some and her first choice was me (Yes, I’m surprised as well. It must be my charming personality. Or maybe my record for sobriety. Maybe she has a thing for guys who have gained 25 pounds since leaving college. Or maybe its none of those)
She came out to the bar with us specifically to see me. Her friend mentioned this and said that it would be good for her.
I did not put much effort into kicking game (not that I have any to begin with). In fact I was actively trying to not kick game because I was unsure of the moral ramifications.
Sometime after I ordered a Jack on the rocks that had to have at least 5 ounces of Jack, I blacked out.

Honestly, I’m just confused right now and how I should feel about myself. Am I a scumbag for taking advantage of someone on the rebound? A guy who gave some attention to someone who needed it and if I got something out of it, all the better? Was I taken advantage of?

No matter how this ends up, I’ve learned two things from this:
1. You can’t see a surgical scar in the dark
and 2. There’s pretty much no worse feeling in the world than being woken up at 8:30 in the morning, hungover, and being told, “You need to go. My friend’s coming over and we’re going to the zoo.”