Posted by: donrhymer | May 2, 2012

A Quick Word

For the last seven days there has been a marching band rehearsing in my stomach.

They stomp around, bumping into each other, trying to find the right cadence, but it’s total anarchy.

I’m not going to lie; this round has been a little rough. I know chemotherapy as a weight loss tool is problematic on many levels, but juice, fruit, probiotic, you can have them all, there is no cleanse like a chemo cleanse. Yesterday I am pretty sure I threw up a pepperoni pizza I ate in high school. I am a shadow of my former self. But a tiny wisp of a boy. My daughter has checked suitcases at LAX that weigh more than I do now.

Hopefully, things will be on the upswing for the next few weeks, before they dose me with the full American plan once again.

Yep, that’s it. That’s all I got for now.

You try writing cutting edge comedy with high school pizza on your pajamas.



  1. Thinking about you, my willowy friend. God bless you all.

  2. Okay, hear me out. Your country needs you. I’m talking 2012 London Olympics. I’m talking about a wrestler no one has ever heard of taking the under 29 kg gold. You have the element of surprise. They don’t know your moves. Plus your competitors will be slipping in your vomit. Just promise me after you win, you won’t screw it all up. Bruce Jenner won Olympic glory once, now look at him. Not directly, of course. I know you won’t let us down.

  3. Holding you close to my heart. Karen

  4. Hi Mr. High School Pizza on Pajamas man, (following your lead): Please know this current overweight pizza here is keeping you (& Kate) in my thought & prayers…

  5. Hang tough, bud. You know docs prescribe marijuana for nausea, right? Just a thought. Praying the band disbands and the party just goes away. Best.

  6. It sounds horrible and my heart goes out to you. My body responded much the same way after reading NBC’s comedy pilots this year.

  7. Hang in there. I will try to reactivate my former band “cred” and try to settle them down in there for you. Maybe we can get them organized into a chant: “Go banana go, go banana go . . . “

  8. Oh Don! You always have to outdo me. All I threw up when I was in the hospital was a coke I had just drunk. Have you gotten the “oh wow. I envy you. You don’t have to worry about dieting!” routine yet? By the way no one ever said that to me though I have seen it listed in the “stupid things people say to cancer patients” list. Hang in there bro! PS — The main thing people said to me when they visited me in the hospital (& this wasn’t a bad thing to say – it just cracked me up for some reason) was “Oh your color is so good!” Hey whatever!!

  9. I always forget to read this, which is unfortunate because it always makes me smile that you can drop so many lbs. but not lose an ounce of your humor. Look at it this way, at least you got a taste of real pizza for the first time since you’ve been gluten-free?
    (& your daughter brought two 50+ pound bags to NY for ONE weekend.. I don’t even understand how she carries all that stuff)
    love you!

  10. Our prayers are always with you bro. David

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