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snippage of silver lining observations

And I began to laugh. Because it struck me that, whatever else this
cancer has done, it has given me what every woman longs for, as if it
were a topic of polite conversation, suitable for those awkward
moments when strangers are forced to spend a whisp of time together
and a polite smile simply isn't enough, as in the elevator between 1
and 12, or the check-out line at the local supermarket. First, the
friendly smile, then the casual: "I've got what you want," perhaps
with another smile, depending on the lady's physique. Then back to
listening to the elevator music or casually examining the contents of
her shopping cart, my eye peeled for ice cream and Danish.

It gives you a nice boost, knowing you have what they want. Makes you
want to flex your stick-like arms or show your turkey's neck to best
advantage. Yup. Things are definitely looking up. Which is why I'm
still laughing now & then.

-Bob Hoover

My wife is finishing up her last round of chemo and steroids, and gloats as
she climbs into jeans smaller than she wore in high school.

I went through the routine three times over the last eleven years. Got to
the point that a belt was totally useless; suspenders (braces, for subjects
of the Queen), overalls, or coveralls kept me decent. Anything was better
than the hospital gowns.

Now we both eat ice cream whenever we like, put whipping cream in our coffee
and butter in everything else.

Dale