12 March 2009 at 4:04 pm (snark)
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My dad has had numerous skin cancer and precancerous spots removed from his head. My first cousin (my mother’s brother’s son) died of throat cancer. My maternal grandmother had ten brothers and sisters who lived to adulthood. Any guesses how many died of one form of cancer or another? Those of you who guessed any number lower than ten are leaving us today with a year’s supply of Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco Treat™. All things being considered, I think that makes my chances slightly better than those of the cricket currently running around in the tarantula tank waving a sign that says THE END IS NEAR. So. Me, I’m making an appointment with the dermatologist to have a mole on my back checked out. Feel free to go lay in that coffin shaped box and be microwaved if you’d like.

2 Comments

  1. Notyourchelle said,

    12 March 2009 at 4:10 pm

    Thanks, but I shall glow in solidarity with you instead, and blind any naysayers by flashing my inner forearm at them.

    Good luck with the mole!!

  2. Lish said,

    13 March 2009 at 10:20 am

    Cancer sucks.
    I’m facing similar odds.
    Though the women in my family tend to live long lives regardless.
    They survive the cancer, though when I go to the doctor to fill out those medical history sheets, I always tell them it’d be easier just to mention what is NOT in my family history.


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