A Threepeat?

Problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines. ~Robert Schuller

As I was driving into Philadelphia for the second time this week it occurred to me that I probably blew up a lot of feed readers yesterday by posting all of those posts from 2005. Me, being me, never thought that those posts were going to show up in your feed reader and I apologize for being inconsiderate.  Going forward I’m going to post one new post and one old post per day.

Of course there are probably on two people who didn’t delete me…I know I would have deleted me.

So, I saw my cousin, the doctor, yesterday and I’m sure there are a lot of pregnant women still pissed off because he spent an hour with me which put him way behind schedule. I don’t know why I didn’t go to him in the first place. He listened to me and took action.

It’s possible that I’m going for a threepeat of cancer. Since I had over 25 CT Scans last year my doctor thinks I’ve had too much radiation so I’m going to get an MRI. It will be a few weeks before I know anything. I’ve been down this road before so I’m not going to freak out.

On my ride home from the doctor I thought about what I’d do if I have cancer again. I thought about my family, friends and how they would react. How would I want them to react?

How would I react if you told me you had cancer for the third time? I’d probably act like a schmuck and say all of the wrong things like, “oh, you’ll be just fine,” or “the probability of surviving cancer a third time isn’t high.” I say the stupidest things in these situations. I’ve never been very good at consoling people yet even when someone tells me “to hang in there” I feel better than them having not saying anything at all.

And I have to ask…how about Chickeze?

Photo Credit:  David R. Munsun

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