Those four words take me immediately back to my bedroom in 1976. The epic poster of the cat on a branch. It is also what most of your messages say, minus the baby. I love the messages, thank you. Suddenly, my moniker changed today. It is no longer hang in there baby. It is now don’t blow it. Seriously, don’t blow it. The skin on and around my nose has become so painful and tender that it is in fact impossible to blow my nose. I would happily help others evacuate their nasal cavity but for me it is a strict hands off policy. The same policy I have for any boy who wants to date my daughters before they turn 30… hands off. Luckily I have figured out a way to stay ahead of the snotty flow. Just be a guy. Be that mannerless man-boy that drives my wife crazy. To my wife’s chagrin, I now perform that most guttural of male noises as one retracts said snotty flow upwards literally hands free. Nasty but necessary. As is this chemo treatment; nasty but necessary.
A friend sent a great note the other day. A friend who has had his share of nasty but necessary. He lost a leg to amputation in 2010. He said of this nasty chemo treatment that it is a lot like eating an elephant. Don’t look at the whole elephant; you’ll be overwhelmed. Just take it one bite at a time.
As an added blog bonus: a picture of my face today and the epic poster of that cat.
Thanks for stopping by, day 14.