That’d be cool. But you’re the first person I’ve told and I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it yet. Until I know more at least. I never tell anyone about my health, I’m embarrassed to be so sick and on my own.

The only thing I’ll say about it is I’ve got annoyingly obsessive tenacity and fortitude that is unwavering. When I get sick or I’m not in remission I don’t ever think about prognosis or diagnosis. I just pretend I’m going to work, and the medicine is my body’s coffee. I dress up because everyone in the cancer center is in sweats and dirty shirts. They’re the ones who get sick and are not living. I have a thing about the quality of life and I’m not planning my burial. The casket. Someone else can pick it out. I’m not going to buy into sick. The casket, surprise me. I don’t want to know. And if I get cremated be sure to put fireworks in my pockets so I can scare the shit out of the mortician.

Love to play another day. Now is no time to be a chicken shit, or even a ostrich. Fun fact about those flightless bird beasts;

As flightless birds, ostriches are unable to build nests in trees, so they lay their eggs in holes dug in the ground. To make sure that the eggs are evenly heated, they occasionally stick their heads into the nest to rotate the eggs, which makes it look like they’re trying to hide – hence the myth. An ostrich trying to hide from predators in this way wouldn’t last for long, and it wouldn’t be able to breathe, either.

Turn the page. And get those firecrackers and three matches. This has extenuating circumstances.