I’m sorry to tell you but you have Cancer.
My slave cry’s out oh. I nod my head. The doctor looks at me as if I don’t understand. And tries to explain what the cancer is, how aggressive it is, and I signal for him to speed up cause I don’t want to miss Rush Limbaugh and this guy is boring as hell. The way he shoved his finger up my butt made me think he was gay, and now we are discussing his trip to Africa to build homes for poor people. Has to be liberal and most likely gay. Get back on topic, treatment, oh well there is only one thing we can do and remove the prostate if that is successful there is a 95% chance of survival past 15 years, if not then you die.
That was my translation because the doctor could not seem to tell me in fifty words or less. It was like he had never dealt with someone that understood that people live until they die. So in three weeks I find out if I have 6 months to live or 15 years. How do I break this to my kids? My slaves know and are already to fight the good fight. I missed the first half hour or Rush trying to calm one of my doctors, she spent twenty minutes on the phone telling me I have so much to live for and that I need to fight this and she was going to help. Right Audrey. How the hell do I attract these people? She is supposed to be objective. No, I want her to be objective. She thinks caring for me as if I am a friend is better. Damn this cancer must be worse than I thought. Well they know I will be alive the next three weeks because of all the tests to see if it spread.
My mom died of cancer, they said she had six months to live for 3 years, and then she died when she got tired if fighting. Will I be the same or will I just give up and let the cancer win. It always seems to win no matter how hard you fight. As I tried to explain to my doctor (the gay one) , no one has ever survived life.
One good thing is I won't have to worry about Obama care.
