Look, before anyone jumps on me about being unkind to my friends and relatives or not appreciating the intent of their loving advice, let me assure you, my friends and relatives all know me as a wirter and story teller and stand up comedy guy and have laughed at the following blog entry I call the Chemo Quartet:
1. Imagine you have the flu—not the worst you have ever had, but sufficiently miserable. Then you decide to cure it by drinking a bottle of cheap-ass whisky and staying up all night doing in.
Then, in what might be the next morning (or not), you feel even worse. Your solution is to call your friends to ask advice. And they all tell you the same thing; “It’s all in your attitude; change that and you will feel lots better.”
2. Imagine you have run a marathon, in the heat, for which you were not especially well prepared. Then deliver a breech birth baby after an 18-hour labor. All on no sleep… You are tired. Whoa, better call your friends and ask their advice. They did so well with the “sickness thing”. Once again, they all tell you the same thing: “You know you have to keep busy when this tiredness hits. Staying active is the best cure.”
Right. You feel like cleaning the oven and vacuuming the house all of a sudden…
3. Imagine your dog has died. Imagine your best friend has died. Imaging that you are next. Oh no, you think; you might be getting depressed! The cure?: Call your friends (except of course the one that has died). The ones that are left, however all have the same advice for you: “You know you have to look at the bright side. Every cloud has a silver lining.”
4. Imagine all your friends getting chemotherapy.
Wait for THEIR calls.