Giving cancer The Bird

So, Jim from Idaho sent this to me last week. I remember seeing it before, but had forgotten all about it. It's classic and genius. Thanks, Jim!

Metaphorically speaking, I think that the jet and the SUV were the cancer and the little old lady in the car was my Dad, right up to the credits.

I remember reading a quote a while ago and I can't remember it verbatim, or who even said it in the first place. But, it said something about how there's plenty of people who want to ride along in the limo with you, but it's the ones who will gladly sit beside you on the bus that you want with you.

I suppose I figure that the recent altercation with my Father's health was the bus ride and I'm honored that so many of you chose to sit beside me.

My Father was diagnosed with stage 1 bladder cancer. I refuse to capitalize any of those letters. They don't deserve the distinction.

We're EXTREMELY lucky that it's stage 1. His bladder was scraped and they removed a tumor. The treatment now consists of BCG, which is an immunotherapy.

This will not kill him. As I've stated below, it will hopefully be all the booze and sex that will finally do him in, in another 80 years.

I often think of how all of life is interconnected on some massive web of creation. That there really isn't any "us and them". I believe that it's all "us". I just feel very fortunate to have stumbled on many of you who reminded me of it. You reminded me that I'm not sitting out here on this web by myself. That somewhere, sometime, you were thinking of me and my Dad, and my family.

I could feel it. And it felt unbelievable. Truly, it did.

So, thank you.

I hope that I can do the same.

I hope that I can remind you that we're all in it together.