Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Lucy!! You have some splaining to do!!!

Let me begin by saying this isn't simply about putting voice to what I may or may not be going through with this diagnosis. Like many people I feel the desire to say something...probably many things, so this is as good a reason to start as any.  I will be out in left field, I will rant, I will pontificate and I will try to be coherent. No guarantees of course.

I guess a little background may be useful. Specifically the "drive much" title.  Many moons ago, in my younger days back in Toronto, I was what some would call an aggressive driver.  You say aggressive I say awesome...whatever.  One of the early realizations for me was that I had little patience for people that could not drive as well, keep up or worse - get in my way. "Drive much" was condemnation of these people driving near me.  It came to be all encompassing for me with regards to the "awesome" people out there.  And by awesome I mean stupid.  Not stupid because you don't understand how four plus four equals eight, rather the ones that simply don't get it. The ones that never learn from anything and you are left wondering how they managed to live this long. Drive much?

The throat punching comes from another blog that I was alerted to. I liked the name and figured there were all kinds of us out there. So there you have it, don't "drive" around me or you might get punched in the throat.

Ciao

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Do you smoke?

"Do you smoke?"  Shit!  No I don't.  Shit!

And that's when I knew I was in for some crap ass news within a few minutes.  God I hate it when I am right all the time.  Within 10 minutes I got the awesome news that I had melanoma on my eye. Fucking eye cancer!  That's a thing now?

Ok doc, who, by the way, looks like he belongs in a James Bond movie as the seemingly indestructible Russian super villain, what now?

And that was last Monday for me.  Not a great way to end the year and certainly not the way to begin a new year.  But there it is.  I've always had the suspicion that cancer would find me.  I had a thing yanked off me years ago but this is a tad more ominous.  Sidebar - when I had that little cancer bump taken off the side of my face I had to pay $75 because it was considered cosmetic.  When I went back in the week after the doctor said she had good news and bad news.  Good news I was getting my $75 back.  Bad news I had a cancer dot removed from my face.  Really?  Keep the money and tell me it's something else.  Oh....if you're gonna get cancer this is the one you want.....insert raised eyebrow emoticon here....and directly from the Idi Amin school of bedside manner....WTF

But I digress.

I should warn you now that my mind rambles.  A lot.  Sometimes I don't even know what the fuck I am talking about or what my point is.  Suffice to say that this little attempt at coherence is really about shaking my fist a bit, thanks Scott for the phrase, I'm stealing it.

I'm not overly worried but it is cancer after all and you never know with that bastard asshole what can happen.  And in my world asshole is about as bad as it gets.  So fuck cancer and let's see what this puppy can do over the next little while.

Ciao
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