Great, now you've got cancer...
Yeah, that's right. My girlfriends dad just got diagnosed with lung cancer. Pretty impressive since he never smoked a day in his life. Which brings me to the following point:
"LUNG CANCER IS THE MOST INSULTING OF ALL CANCERS"
Think about it. You never smoke, and you live in "Smoke Free NY" (even though all the bars that I go into, people still smoke) and you still get lung cancer. F-you, you non-descriminant bastard. He's still pretty young in the eyes of cancer, so I think that they might be able to get rid of it pretty cleanly and without alot of hassle. It's a good thing that he works for a pharmacutical company and can, and hopefully will, steal all the meds that he needs. Holy crap, I'm straightedge, but if I worked in a pharmacutical center and got cancer, I think that I would need a truck for all the stuff that I would lift from that place. He's bee going in for tests for the past 2 or 3 weeks, so he knew something was wrong. I tried telling my g/f that it was probably something like pneumonia or something. My dad had that 3 years ago and it was hella-brutal, but it did get him to quit smoking, so that was one plus of that. So anyways, he takes all these tests and then the doctor told him that he has to come in, and preferably bring his wife, so that they can tell him the results of the tests becuase they can't tell him over the phone. So, that night, My girlfriends dad tells all the kids that they have to take the weekend off work (it's Wednesday night when this is all happening) so that they can go to some resort in the Catskills. Meanwhile, I'm sure everyone is hystarical crying because they can only envision the worst. So there they go, for a weekend along to the Catskills. He tells them all at dinner or something that he has lung cancer and I can only imagine how everyone took it.
So that brings us to right now. He is taking a week off of work and taking all these tests and is already planning on the chemotherapy and surgery. I just hope that it's so early, that they can take their little x-acto knives and cut it out, and then punch that cancer right in the face; maybe put it in a jar and put a little piece of tape on the jar that says: This is the thing that almost destroyed the Keltz family. That's what I would do. I always want to save everything that comes out of me surgically, like when I got my teeth pulled, I wanted those, or when I got surgery for that time that I was in shop class and a piece of shrapnel went in my hand and I had to have it removed. They are like little adventures.
In closing:
"LUNG CANCER IS THE MOST INSULTING OF ALL CANCERS"
Think about it. You never smoke, and you live in "Smoke Free NY" (even though all the bars that I go into, people still smoke) and you still get lung cancer. F-you, you non-descriminant bastard. He's still pretty young in the eyes of cancer, so I think that they might be able to get rid of it pretty cleanly and without alot of hassle. It's a good thing that he works for a pharmacutical company and can, and hopefully will, steal all the meds that he needs. Holy crap, I'm straightedge, but if I worked in a pharmacutical center and got cancer, I think that I would need a truck for all the stuff that I would lift from that place. He's bee going in for tests for the past 2 or 3 weeks, so he knew something was wrong. I tried telling my g/f that it was probably something like pneumonia or something. My dad had that 3 years ago and it was hella-brutal, but it did get him to quit smoking, so that was one plus of that. So anyways, he takes all these tests and then the doctor told him that he has to come in, and preferably bring his wife, so that they can tell him the results of the tests becuase they can't tell him over the phone. So, that night, My girlfriends dad tells all the kids that they have to take the weekend off work (it's Wednesday night when this is all happening) so that they can go to some resort in the Catskills. Meanwhile, I'm sure everyone is hystarical crying because they can only envision the worst. So there they go, for a weekend along to the Catskills. He tells them all at dinner or something that he has lung cancer and I can only imagine how everyone took it.
So that brings us to right now. He is taking a week off of work and taking all these tests and is already planning on the chemotherapy and surgery. I just hope that it's so early, that they can take their little x-acto knives and cut it out, and then punch that cancer right in the face; maybe put it in a jar and put a little piece of tape on the jar that says: This is the thing that almost destroyed the Keltz family. That's what I would do. I always want to save everything that comes out of me surgically, like when I got my teeth pulled, I wanted those, or when I got surgery for that time that I was in shop class and a piece of shrapnel went in my hand and I had to have it removed. They are like little adventures.
In closing:
FUCK YOU CANCER
posted by Mike Literman at 10:25 AM
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