Posted by: donrhymer | August 11, 2010

Third Time is the Charm

Final days of chemotherapy. Yes there will be nausea, vomiting, crying… I may cause a diversion and run out of the hospital, but first order of business is securing a private room. There are only five. Which means I have to beat out 27 80 year old cancer victims.

I have money and I am ambulatory, so put your money on me.

Oh, yes… coma dude in the iron lung… it’s on.

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  1. Hang in there, Don. You’re in the home stretch! And by the way, ALL of our money is on you, man!
    We love you, Don!

  2. In response to all these stories about your “little chemotherapy and radiation” sessions… “I fart in your general direction!” (spoken with a bad french accent).

    If you can’t take out a lame quadriplegic… then you are no friend of mine.

    What? You want people to feel sorry for you if some 80 year old grandma can get to the “penthouse” before your first “bag” is done…huh…you’re weak!

    …and no excuses about stopping to throw up–press on man…did the Marines stop to take a smoke break on the way up the mountains in Iwo Jima? I don’t think so.

    Seriously, I joke because you are on the home stretch and can see the end. In spite of your circumstances you have taught us to not to take ourselves too seriously and to realize that there is a much bigger lense through which to look at our lives.

    Love you and thankful you are going to be fine!

  3. rounding third… headed for home dude, hang in there-


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