� I was going to title today's entry � Moving Back the Oncolytic Goal Posts .. for reasons that will become clear. But that would have been the whiny title, the sniveler's title. The pussy title. And nobody appreciates a whiny, sniveling pussy .. especially when it's a guy.
Instead, today's title is .. well, you see it there .. which I will use as a springboard to discuss these oncologists � The Cancer Killers.
Let me just mention that, killing cancer is no big deal. If you simply throw the host into a sufficiently-hot furnace, the cancer will die within a matter of minutes.
The trick, it would seem, is killing the cancer without killing the patient.
It should be noted that, my experience with cancer, while growing up, with both mom and gramps, was that � following diagnosis, the patient is dead within a matter of months. The kinder and more loving the person, the quicker and more gruesome the death.
Is there a statistical correlation between kindness, compassion, empathy, and cancer? I have discussed this concept (and the possible theories for reasons behind it) with my shrink during our most recent weekly session.
How many selfish, cold-hearted fucks do you know who get cancer? I'm talking empirically, here.
Not many, I bet.
But before I get into that, and discussing the cancer killers, let me update you on the status of my latest iterations.
Just when you think it couldnt get any more bizarre. Or challenging. Or trying. Or testing.
� The Voice
My VOICE .. it has been a problem, off-n-on, for a week or so. The last time I saw the radiation oncologist, he said � "If your voice doesnt improve by the next time I see you, I am going to look at it."
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