Posted by TFG on August 22nd, 2011
No need to beat around the bush here…I’ve just been diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer.
Now, first off, I want you to know that I’m in pretty high spirits, all things considered. The outpouring of support from my family and my friends over the last 72 hours has been literally overwhelming. I am exceedingly blessed in that regard. Seriously…I can hardly keep the cell phone charged, taking calls of support from all points.
The details are simply banal, I’m afraid. Typical man stuff — got a cough on Sunday, while drinking beer & watching the PGA. Coughing turned into coughing up blood, which turned into coughing up enough blood to be light-headed, which turned into a decision to head to the county hospital, which turned into a five-day ordeal of scans, and blood tests, and pokes and prods and vitals, all of which culminated in this brief, potent statement:
Metastatic Sqamous Cell Carcinoma of the R Lung.
The backstory, of course, would take the fifty-one years of living that I’ve done so far, but in a nutshell, it’s a bog-standard, Type A, head-down, hard-charging, gonna-do-it-my-way, full-throttle existence, which included an unbelievably large number of Marlboros. Not the best idea, those Marlboros. To be crystal clear here though, I don’t blame the Marlboros…we’ve been aware of the effects of smoking for a long, long time, and I just went ahead and did it, because I liked it so much. No, I blame my own dumb self. And, so, ultimately, this is where we’re at.
I guess this dusty-ass joint will turn into a cancer blog. I’m irresistibly drawn to The (dumb, run-down) Fat Guy as my outlet. I started this in 2002, as a “war blog”, then it morphed into a poker blog once I learned you could play poker on the internet with real fucking money and they’d send you a real fucking check if you won, then it kind of entropied into nothingness, with a reduced stream of Rangers blogging and business blogging and whatever random crap blogging I felt like. But this is my online home, and being a pretty conservative guy, this is where I’ll stay. I’ll be cross-posting to all the cool social stuff I ever signed up for, of course. On that end, I’m kind of ridiculously attracted to Google+, which will be the secondary-ish joint I post at, simply because it’s easy from my bat-phone. I’ll do my best to keep them in sync.
Finally, for now, after much, much internal debate, I’m going to add a tip jar to the sidebar. A quick look at potential future revenue streams, being a microscopically small businessman, while undergoing treatment was going to make things pretty tight around here. So I asked one of the guys I respect the most on the internet tubes, Big Bill Quick, if I would be a jackass for putting up a tip-jar, and his response was: You’d be a jackass not to. Problem solved.
Wait, wait, one more thing — a super-simple Thank You to all the folks who have read here over the last 9 years. Yall are my posse, as much as my family, my friends, and my drinking buddies.
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