My Cancer Story Ch. 35 “Trivial Preoccupations”

Chapter 35: “Trivial Preoccupations” 

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The New Year was here, my fungal infection was officially gone, and I was on the fourth treatment of six. Things were going great, as long as I kept myself preoccupied as much as possible.

 

TV did the trick for some of the day, as the usual Price is Right, Friends, Wheel/Jeopardy schedule couldn’t be broken, but I had to find creative ways to fill the rest– Aw, who am I kidding?! I had a freaking Gamecube now!

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My Cancer Story Ch. 4 “Media Madness”

Chapter 4: Media Madness

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Eventually everyone had to get back to his or her job (or in my brother’s case: high school), and the fervor died down. It was back to my Mom and Stepdad for the most part, as it was the majority of the weekdays. At any rate, it was amazing to consistently have family there when able, for their company made the harder days just that much easier.

 

A few days into my chemo, I had expected my hair to hop off of my head like rats off of a sinking ship, but surprisingly these follicles were holding strong. Every morning I’d take a shower, and every morning there was maybe a few, but nothing more than a normal Monday. Will I even lose my hair? Maybe I have some rare resistance to the popular side effect– a key within my DNA! Perhaps not.

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13- “Dirty Work” #52PickUp

The hardest thing to differentiate between, even more difficult than the question “Which child do you love more?”, is nostalgia and comedy. Was it funny because you were dumb and young or was it truly funny? And how would people react if they saw it today?

This month, I’m revisiting some of my favorite comedies as a kid. First up, we have the hilarious (?) 1998 film:

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Comedies speak to the audience of that precise moment in time. Call it decadal humor, but people’s tastes change… slowly. LIKE MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW. Read More »