.jpg)
Things have been quiet. Not too quiet. Just quiet enough so as not to make me cry a bunch and then come write it down in a funny way. My mother-in-law came to town and that was a blast. Luckily, the two weeks she showed up were two of the best weeks of my chemo-life….
Yearly Archives: 2009
One woman.One camera.And one sock monkey. Every Saturday. Saturdays with Sherman
JUST started my third round of chemo. The train has left the station. The plane is going down. Thought I’d squeeze in my final farewell (boo-hoo, I’m a nanny-boy) before final blastoff. To start off with I’d like to present Exhibit A: Me with friend Matt (Matt is his real name) at a place called…
Alright folks, it’s time to rock n’ roll. Come Tuesday we’re dragging our behinds back in for my third round of chemo. I’ll be in the hospital for five days, just chillin’, playing SORRY! with the fam and takin’ strolls around the fifth floor. If you ever get admitted to Arcadia Methodist Hospital, DEFINITELY request…
Here’s a poem I wrote. Read it. Laugh. Cry. Puke. It’s called CANCER SCHMANCER (Feeling Fine in ’09) Cancer sucks Cancer blows It makes me feel 100 years old Its in my bones Its in my brain Chemotherapy drives me insane The IVs stick And the poison is ick The medical cocktail makes me sick…