Kicked in the butt by perspective

Getting a swift perspective change is like stepping on a rake. Somehow, despite the fact that my “jour-ney” is almost over, we are still overwhelmed. Then, we went to two cancer-related events. Seeing tiny kids with bald heads like mine forces all of the air out of my chest at a frightening speed. Seeing other women going through worse has the same effect. But yet there were a lot of smiles at the Cancer Celebration at the Rose Garden. I have to keep thinking: Eight weeks and radiation is over. Eight weeks and I’m planning on being healthy and done with Weird Cancer Guy. Eight weeks, and maybe I will move away from my “cancer” identity and into a job title. That’s what I’m going with anyway.


1- Celebrating friends is such a recharger. Check out my bud Steve getting a drink named after him (It’s called “The Reverend” because Steve Sharp officiates weddings and just plain rocks it.) at Savoy Tavern. Shonda and Maria joined me down there where we all had a rabid love affair with fried cheese curds. I loved “The Reverend,” which comes with a fiery orange slice. But I have to say, my body does not like alcohol anymore. It’s all like, Toxic. Hel-lo. Maybe I filled my quota already. Anyway, I really want something chocolate named after me – like Choco Lush. Wait, that sounds like a sex toy. Nevermind.

2- Overheard in the Sturkie kitchen: A conversation between Livvie and her friend Ella B.

E: “I really want a pet.”

L: “You can adopt a frog (on some weird online animal game they play).”

E: “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were talking about the real world.”

How many times is that going to happen with this generation? I want to give all the Minecraft kids a stack of wood and some nails. NOW build something, yo.

3- Steven’s still not doing so great with mono. He’s home sick again. But Brian and I sat out on the porch with him on Friday and had lunch. We also made up our own language that involves annoying clicking sounds. That made him laugh. I’ll do anything to make him laugh. Now the dog is sick, too. So I’m fielding two sets of medication schedules.

Blogging while strongly medicated

Here’s one piece of advice I can confidently give you: Don’t drink and look for jobs on Craigslist. I did that once, scored an interview, then realized that I would have gone home with negative take-home pay. They laughed out loud when I called them to bow out of the interview. So here I am again, this time my “drug” is oxy-cotton something, which sounds more like blemish control than pain killer. I want to tell you about what a KICK-A job the comedians did at the Spilled Milk show last night, but the prescriptions are making me feel go-to-bed wonky. Here goes… Wendy W, Debby D, Betsy K, Nikki S, Joanie Q, Brian S and Susan R all did a smashing job! I’ve got pictures, but they suck. Thank you all for helping our family make it through this!


Speaking of making it through. Weird Cancer Guy isn’t going down easy. In pathology, they found two tumors – one was a surprise. So my case is going to be talked about at a cancer conference next week (Crimony, I have to wait a week?!) where my doctor will get other opinions to see whether or not radiation is in store for me. I’ve got a new attitude about that though. Chemo took one pass and killed the cancer with a bus. Surgery killed the cancer with a freight train. I’m willing to try radiation, the roach motel of treating cancer: “when they’re dead, they’re dead.”


1- The microwave died with a plume of smoke that smelled like burnt band-aids. I’ve had my suspicions that the microwave is already frying us with radiation.

2- The sun is out and everything looks brilliant.

3- Steven gave me a hard time about not having lunch meat. Finally, things are starting to turn to normal.


Brody Theater rocks

Empty stage at Brody. Not for long.

Open Mic Night. 9:45 pm sign up. Betsy and I get there after walking past a gaggle of drag queens over at Embers. Nothing makes me feel safer in a neighborhood than drag queens. I’m serious – if there’s one person you want defending you, it’s a drag queen. I have immense respect for anyone who can kick A in those heels.

Hands down, Brody Theater has the best open mic ever. That’s because the owner Tom is a veteran of stand-up comedy. So boy howdy does he know what it’s like. He didn’t even make us pay! And, there was an actual audience there, besides comics and musicians.

The audience appreciated Betsy Kauffman’s Jewish perspective on Christmas. They were nice to me too. They actually laughed. Another comic who impressed us was a 16-year-old guy named Alex from Vancouver. We’ve performed with him before at Curious. But this time was fantastic – he delivered some of the most original material we’ve seen. And his mother was there!! Go mom, supporting your stand-up comic kid and NOT letting him do blue material.

Now where did I leave my waist?