Pinksploitation

Our Cups Runneth Over? “Diagram of Survival, 2008″ Decidedly, one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done was to return to work full-time a mere six days after I’d finished getting poison death-rays shot at the remains of my right breast. It happened to be October, 2008. Unless you are an extra-terrestrial or haven’t been [...]

What’s Up, Doc?

Okay, all you doctors and nurses and physician assistants and nurse practitioners and physical therapists and social workers and even medical receptionists taking messages: Listen up. That’s it. That’s all I need to say. In fact, I could shorten this post to one word: Listen! “Thuffering thuccotash…” As far as I know, it is not [...]

Cancer Happens

Tempting the Fates? I might tick off a few people with this post, but so be it. I cannot control what or how anyone else thinks. Indeed, I can’t even control my own destiny. I might be able to exert an effect on it now and then, and I certainly don’t lay around passively awaiting [...]