Cancer caused me to lose about 15
pounds I didn't really need to drop, through a phenomenon with the
terribly nineteenth-century name wasting. Wasting occurs when
tumors direct the body to eat its own muscle mass. It replaced my
fairly fit, youngishly-middle-aged physique with that of a little old
chicken-lady who lives on cigarettes and 3.2 beer and has never
exercised a day in her life.
Luckily, chemotherapy and massive quantities of naturopath-prescribed fish oil have stabilized me at about size 4. I should enjoy it while it lasts: if you don't look too closely, you might mistake me for a cover girl, fashionably shorn and anorexic. To paraphrase the comedian Sarah Silverman, I don't care if you think I have cancer, as long as you think I'm thin.
Luckily, chemotherapy and massive quantities of naturopath-prescribed fish oil have stabilized me at about size 4. I should enjoy it while it lasts: if you don't look too closely, you might mistake me for a cover girl, fashionably shorn and anorexic. To paraphrase the comedian Sarah Silverman, I don't care if you think I have cancer, as long as you think I'm thin.
Hahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteI should have known that all this was a ploy so you could be photographed with that, that, um, hunk-in-his-underwear.
ReplyDeleteDid Rick volunteer and was rejected? Or did he reject your request? --snort--
I think you are suave and elegant, myself. And I'm not a bit prejudiced.
we actually thought that was rick. suzy and family
ReplyDeleteI would probably be smiling if I were standing beside him...
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