Now hat I have a serious case of cancer (I go for radiation 5 days a week and take chemotherapy in pill form every night),I’ve begun to wax philosophical. Some of the best philosophy I’ve read is from Bucky the Cat, of the "Get Fuzzy" comic strip.
According to Bucky, "Life is like a can of tuna–it’s messy, it stinks, you can fit all the good bits in one bowl, some cans are better than others and every now and then a bone pops out–BUT YOU STILL EAT IT!
I’m at a period in life when a bone has popped out, but I’m still lapping up that tuna.
My chemotherapy hasn’t caused me to lose any hair yet, but I’ve got my wigs ready, and when I do, I expect I will receive compliments on my hair (something I NEVER get when wearing my REAL hair).
I have some of the best doctors in the world working with me, and I’m on a strict anti-cancer diet.
While this diet is designed to reduce your glucose (which cancer cells feed on) and substitute ketones (which cancer cells don’t like), it also functions as a weight loss diet and I’ve been getting lots of compliments on how slim I look. I just politely tell them "Tank you," the way I used to do when complimented on my hair.
I’ve become one of those people I used to disdain–people who can’t eat this or that and who seem extremely picky when it comes to food. There are lots of things on this diet that I can’t eat that I COULD eat on a regular weight-loss diet, such as tomatoes.
I also try to be polite when people tell me about their sure fire "cures" for my condition (i.e. eat a dozen lemons a day). Here’s more wisdom from Bucky: "I moved beyond ‘facts’ along time ago. Facts are for people who can’t create their own truths. FACT.."
I sometimes feel like the "funnies" have been written just for me. Right after my brain operation on May 1st, I opened up the comics to read this exchange in "Dilbert:" A man comes into an office cubicle, and a woman (holding a cell phone) says to him, "It’s your surgeon. He says he might have left something inside you."
The man exclaims, "What? Sponge? Scalpel?"
She says, "No, his watch, keys and wallet. He says he used your torso to store his valuables while he went for a run." Than a "meow" sound comes out of the man’s chest.
At least I haven’t experienced THAT particular bone yet!.