Cancer Photo Sharing Time

Hey.  Jonathan's Cancer here. Jonathan is too sick to make it out of bed today, so I thought it might be a nice opportunity for me to share. Also, I know Jonathan thought these photos were in somewhat bad taste, and could be viewed as hubris, or laughing at the gods, or something weird like that. I wasn't really listening. Anyway, I thought maybe if you get to know me a little, you'll see that I'm not such a bad guy. In many ways, I'm just like you.

 

This is me, Jonathan's Cancer, at the 2010 Annual Esophageal Cancer Convention at the Anatomy Country Club. That's my uncle, Susan's Cancer. I have a feeling he's gonna beat her Keemo and kill her. He's a great guy. You can see where I get my tumor.                                                        

The Surgery

My son was born on September 23rd, 2009. Six weeks later and after about four months of chemotherapy, the doctors decided the tumor had shrunk down enough, and that it was time to go ahead with the surgery.

Live every day like it were you're last

Some of the stupidest advice ever. "Live everyday like it were your last." It sounds like the right idea if you have a terminal illness or even if you don't. Who doesn't want to live their life to the fullest?  And it's great if you can pull it off. But what does that really mean? Life has a lot of waiting. At Starbucks, the ATM machine, whatever.

Jonathan's Story - The Beginning

JONATHAN:  Hello. My name is Jonathan. About 2 years ago, during the seventh month of my wife's pregnancy with our first child, I was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. Needless to say, instantly, everything in our lives changed. In a matter of seconds, we went from expecting parents to expecting one of us to die.

Welcome

Hi.  I'm Jonathan's cancer.  Jonathan was supposed to start this blog something like a year ago, but he's -- well, to be honest, he's scared. I guess I can't blame him, sort of. Just mentioning my name, Cancer, is scary to people in general.  Jonathan has been cut up, poked by needles, poisoned, zapped with radiation, and been subjected to more endoscopies and procedures and complications than anyone I know. But still, I was like, this shit has to stop. This has to be written down. My legacy can't go undocumented.  Jonathan wanted to write too, and maybe he had different motivations than I did, but I needed him.  Cancer doesn't type. But, Jonathan kept whining about being too sick or too tired or he didn't feel like it. Anyway, long story short, fully knowing Jonathan's desire to write a blog as well, I agreed to step up and help, be his writing partner so to speak... If he named the blog after me. First part of the deal, done, but I still have doubts about him. To make it easy,  I said I'd start it off, and he could then just step in and follow my lead. This is our first post. We'll see.