In a million years, a zillion, I never thought that having this terrible, shitty ass disease, would ever help me to find and appreciate the boundless joy in life.
“Take this referral. Go see your oncologist, get the x-rays and come back.” In one visit, my doctor had solved a problem my oncologist was still puzzling over. I’ve had an exhausting, productive cough that is so strong, it often makes me toot my butt trumpet. My oncologist wanted to send me for chest x-rays
That’s a picture of Sam Cooke. For some reason, Chain Gang has been on my mind today.