Micromouse M6
I used to read anything medical I could get my hands on. I even went out and bought a medical dictionary so that I could understand all these great sounding "Greek and Latin," derivatives I sneek into a conversation with my walking companions. I think they were actually poking fun at me when they started calling me "Doc". I remember an artist friend of mine who is no longer with us, when he called me and said."Thought you might like to know the specialist said the tests are back, and I've got the big "C". Lung cancer, and they are going to take it out. They said I was lucky they got it in time."
He had the surgery and everything was great. So I asked if he was going to have radiation as insurance. "Naw. If they say they got it all, I believe them. Besides why risk losing what little hair I have left."
The story ends 18 months later when the specialist who assured him they had gotten it on time, announced that the ultra sound showed cancer intrusions in his liver. This time the cancer won.
I've stopped reading all those medical articles, but I still look up stuff on the internet so that I can help my peripatetic companions to understand their problems. One of my best friends starts his radiation for prostate cancer this friday. Life goes on, but for some the end is closer than we think.
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He had the surgery and everything was great. So I asked if he was going to have radiation as insurance. "Naw. If they say they got it all, I believe them. Besides why risk losing what little hair I have left."
The story ends 18 months later when the specialist who assured him they had gotten it on time, announced that the ultra sound showed cancer intrusions in his liver. This time the cancer won.
I've stopped reading all those medical articles, but I still look up stuff on the internet so that I can help my peripatetic companions to understand their problems. One of my best friends starts his radiation for prostate cancer this friday. Life goes on, but for some the end is closer than we think.
View the original art work and biography of William James Johnson at www.noozoon.com
posted by William Johnson | 1:32 p.m.
2 Comments:
Life's a bi*ch and then you die. For some, life's a bi*ch, then they marry one, then they die. We won't consider the second variant of the aphorism because the first is trauma enough. I think sometimes that I would like to live forever. What would that be like?
The sad fact is that many good people die far too young. Often, the family that is left behind suffers.
I know a lot of words, William, but am forced to admit that your use of 'peripatetic' had me stumped. Thank goodness for a dictionary.
I enjoy reading your musings and the tie-in with that pesky Micromouse and the droll 'Becky.'
Just checking to see what the &*#@!!! is wrong with the Blogger posting function. I posted a comment here at about 8:00PM last night and it still hasn't shown up. A recent edit on my own blog took over 5 hours to show up!!
Testing, one, two three... Is this thing on?
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