Sing to the tune of Nirvana’s All Apologies, punning around with metastatic breast cancer. Humor is the best medicine, isn’t it? … Read More A little punning around with stage 4 cancer: my apologies
Louis C.K. as a Sacrificial Ram in a spectacle-crazed narcissistic society I need laughter. A self-prescribed medicine that does me wonders and there are very few comics who leave me in stitches of the good kind; not unlike having “the good kind of breast cancer.” As I write here in California, my healthcare costs rise… Read More The Impeachment of a Comic and a Lose for Medicinal Laughter
On the precipice of my fifth year of living with, not dying from metastatic cancer, I regard my life as a lucky one. No crazed busses have hit me, no falling airplane debris bonked me on the head, no Acme holes swallowed me up (a la Wile E. Coyote trying to capture the turbocharged Road… Read More Metastatically “Normal”: new, used or unrealistic?
Cancer artificially inflates the time space continuum, and thus I’ve discovered is the following equation:
Time + Cancer = Tardiness
T + CN = D (D is the diffusion of time)… Read More Cancer and The Diffusion of Time