Gallows/Black Humor

 Guess what day it is, come on just guess.

ha ha. Let me guess. That's a "bump" for the thread, right?

-----Oh I didn't even think of the bump up. LOL

Elimar, what a great mom.

Now you've got me imagining chest compressions with "bump bump bump, another one bites the dust....yada bump bump bump, another one bites the dust. That's pretty funny. We have to get re-certified in cpr every year where I work, and I can imagine that getting a good laugh where I work, from everyone except our nurse who does the instruction. I can tell you right now, I would get a lecture from her about how am I able to count my compressions, while singing that song. But know it will be going through my head now!

ebru - I love the response to are u scared to die. I get that question from total strangers and I always sit there not quite sure what to say. Finally a come back thanks 

Fuji that's cute.

When they told me they had to deboob me I just said fine, the playground has been closed and the restaurant has been condemned, so have at it.

I had been very ill over the holidays, lots of belly pain, vomiting, headache, shortness of breath ... knew I had an appointment with my MO on Dec. 26, so kept trying to hang in there and wait to see her, but finally at 4:30 in the morning on Dec. 26 agreed to go to the ER. I overheard the resident commenting about getting me admitted for ascites and pleural effusions and uncontrolled vomiting & dehydration, and I told him I just wanted him to "get me tuned up and out of here" as I am truly not wanting to spend time in a hospital as a patient. So they got me out in time to see my MO that afternoon, and she set me up for getting fluid drained from my lungs & belly as an out-patient, put me on some meds I don't even really remember what, started me on my new chemo (Xeloda) - I didn't put up any arguments I was feeling so bad. Fast-forward to yesterday's visit: I was grumbling about just about EVERYTHING, not happy with fatigue, fingernails, finger neuropathy, nausea, HA, complain, complain, complain - you get the picture. She gave me a big hug, laughed and said she was SO GLAD to hear me grumbling as it meant I was feeling so much better than when she had seen me a week ago! And I had to laugh at myself because she was SO RIGHT!!! So I embraced my grumpiness as evidence that I AM OK!!!!

High fives for Grumpy Linda!

Oh my god. I have found it. The song of my people! I need to come back when I'm less exhausted and read through all of this. The first page alone has me giggling. I'm sarcastic, snarky, sardonic, and I've not bothered to treat my cancer any differently than anything else.

"Jeez. I just have cancer. It's not like I'm dyin' or anything. Lighten up."

Yeah, that's pretty much how I see it, despite my Dx being Stage IV mets right off the bat. Not many people can get that. I HAVE FOUND HOME!

linda what a rough time you have had. Grumpy is called for!

Kuchen--I don't believe it--I have actually found another me---From day one I've been saying things like Oh I was going to retire to be a pole dancer, now what? or the Dr. would say are u paying attention and I would say nope, u work on this that's u'r job, I never even read about it, I showed up for 2 yrs of chemo like I was going visiting and I told them at least I don't have Stage V--and I was told there is no Stage V and I said there is now in my book so I'll be fine. And I'm still going.

Hollander it is a security blanket cuz when u'r finally done u feel like u'r missing something in u'r week. It's strange.

I love not being Stage V, too!!!!!