Okay, bitches, for those of you who don't know already...I have cancer. Regardless of how bad it is, I've talked it over with the boys and it's okay. I'm not going to have surgery. At my age, I don't know if I'd fully recover and I don't want to take that chance. Same with chemo--I'm already losing my hair in patches, so I don't need or want any more of that.
The boys are taking this really hard, but I'm still okay. We're gonna keep on truckin' till the end. The way I see it, I've had a really good life. A long one, too--check out my Bucket List and all the things I've crossed off so far:
Begin modern civilization Create the first written language Rule a kingdom Get overthrown by revolutionaries and live to tell the tale Stop Hitler and the Axis Powers Become a war correspondent Develop a vaccine for polio Win a Grammy Invent the Internet Find a loving home
- Go skydiving
Write the great American novel Host a talk show
- Develop a cure for cancer
Run a marathon F*ck some shit up Become President of the USA
- Get Jim to use sunscreen more often
Spread the love Get shit done
I'll keep posting as long as I can keep typing--and maybe even after that. As long as Jason doesn't try to bust out the ouija board--I told him that shit is powerful stuff and that he shouldn't mess with it.
Okay, kids. More soon...