You wouldn't even know if you didn't happen to see the page on the one day he mentioned it.
This is from 2004:
http://www.bartcop.com/1264.htm"Remember this - from Friday, February 13th?
> Medical Update
> I'm fine, no need to call for any details because there aren't any.
That was a lie - I'm not fine.
Truth is, I have untreatable cancer - that's the bad news.
The good news is, I'm going to be here for the 2004 election and
I'm going to be here for the 2008 election and
I'm going to be here for the 2012 election ...and maybe beyond - we'll know more in mid-May.
Since I'm 50, this isn't the same crushing blow it would be if I was 16.
Hey, smoke one - drink one...
Take some deep breaths - we're all going to make it thru this, but anybody
with a passing acquaintance with logic knows that nobody lives forever.
Why did I lie?
Stupidly, (and this is not what a smart gambler would do) I assumed things would be OK,
I've lived a charmed life for 50 years, so I figured there was no reason for my luck to change.
So I announced to dozens of people that I was going to the doctor on Friday the 13th.
Sidebar:
When I was in the ER 15 days earlier, I was dizzier than Jessica Simpson on Cuervo and the doctors
told me I had a problem and that it might be cancer. Then I thought I heard another doctor say I was in a ton of trouble, so, in my dizzy state, I thought I had maybe 3 months to live.
So when the specialist told me I have a decade or more to go, I felt like Superman.
:snip:
Finally, he said, "You have a very scary sounding disease, but if you have to have untreatable cancer, this is the kind you want."
ha ha
What a stupid thing to say.
On the way home from the doctor, all I could think was what to say on the page.
That Friday the 13th, dozens of people wrote to ask, "So, how did the Doctor visit go?"
With no time and no other options popping into my head, I took the coward's way out and lied.
I knew if I told the truth, people might take an hour to write a long e-mail that would include:
How sorry they were for me,
Their experience or their family's experience with cancer,
All the details about their symptoms and procedures and surgeries
Talk about support groups, therapy and online chat rooms
That would only make it harder for me to deal with this.
I have no symptoms, I may go years without any symptoms.
There's no reason to get into any of that.
Besides, cancer can blow me.
I could still beat this.
I would enjoy adding cancer to my list of victims.
Y'know those seven stages of grief you're supposed to go thru?
I don't intend to go thru any of them.
I'm 50 and I have a great time every day and that's not going to stop.
True, my peach truck has arrived, but instead of running a red light and killing me two weeks ago,
it merely served notice that it I have a decade or more to enjoy before it arrives.
I can live with that, and that means you can live with that.
I really don't want to swap cancer stories with anybody.
You might think I'm in denial, but I'm going to handle this MY way, and I'm asking you to respect that.
I'm the one with the cancer, not you, and if you have it, please don't tell me about it.
There's no reason for me to take all of you with me on this ride - that would be crazy.
If something particularly funny happens, I'll mention it, but this is a comedy page.
We're going to continue to have a good time every day.