Originally Posted by Enigma8750
BriSleep. You read my mind. I said to myself hes gonna think that I'm making a shot at him having a disappearing foot. But that is exactly what I thought. LOL
He's gonna think that I'm making a shot about a Gimp running Gimp. You are too cool. Thanks for Straightening me out. And just wait. Treach is gonna show you something you won't believe. He is the Shizaal wit da Photoshop.
HA! How do you think I've lived 21 years Cancer free? I had to go to Stanford U. to have my surgery because my cancer was so rare back then that no one knew how to handle it. So, they have 2 really strong policies for thier patients - #1 nobody can tell you when you're going to die, not science, not theology & esp not Doctors
! Then #2 was, we're going to hook you together with someone in at least a similar situation and keep track of both. Well, most people in my situation are between the ages of 4 and 12 so they hooked me with a guy who lost an elbow to Osteosarcoma. He however was from a wealthy family, I'm most certainly not. I was told over and over by the people who knew better that the best way to fight cancer was to laugh at it and that means literally as well as figuratively.
So, since the day of my amputation I made it my goal that no one was to feel sorry for me and it was up to me to come up with the corniest, baddest, most disarming jokes about my condition. My all time high was during a company breakfast with all the sales guys and thier wives and all the warehouse workers. My boss said I had a funny joke and when asked I said I could do something none of them could. One of the wives asked, what? So I said I could put my foot behind my neck, she asked how (I had been preparing under the table), so I took off my prosthesis and put my artificial foot behind my neck!
She turned so white my boss jumped up and got behind her because he thought she would faint.
The guy Stanford hooked me up with, we e-mailed each other about 3 times a week, his family was always feeling bad for him and rushing to help him out. He often wrote that the only time he felt decent was when he went to his appointments at Stanford. After 4 months I got a card from his family annoucing his funeral.
I left home at 16 and moved to San Fransisco and slept on my aunts living room floor. I was an assistant manager at a downtown Wendys and there was a man there that worked and 8 hour shift there then went across the block to work a shift as a steak house waiter. I asked him how he dealt with it and kept so energetic. He said if there's one thing in life he learned it was "you've got to keep a sense of humor, always keep a sense of humor". So, I've always loved comedy and I've kept a sense of humor and my Oncologist team said that's probably why I was still alive and the other guy wasn't. I got Cancer, the Big C
at age 28, I had surgery (a team of 5 on my foot a team of six on my lymph nodes in my groin). I've got severe pain, chronic problems, Narcolepsy, nightime o2, a PITA wife & 2 Dachshunds. No Chemo, no radiation and I kept laughing and loving and living, 21 years later I'm still alive and still laughing at everything.
Keep laughing everybody.Edited by BriSleep - 2/4/10 at 10:16pm