Monday, December 12, 2011

Hi Yo, Silver!

Sorry.

Wrong horse.

I finally had my follow-up appointment with the oral surgeon today (you remember her: petite, blond, with ice-cold blue eyes?) to get the results of my biopsy.

The news was good.

I do not have cancer.

Say what?

I do not have cancer.

I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer.

No, no, no, no, no!

Can I get a witness?

Amen!

I do not have cancer.

Sho' 'nuff?

Sh' 'nuff!

Yes. In the words of the immortal Irene Cara, "I'm gonna life forever ... !"

Of course, I will have to consider giving up cigarettes.

But, looking on the bright side, giving up smoking will restore my singing voice.

I always had a lovely singing voice.

Very expressive, my singing voice.

I may not have ever sung accurately - any one can sing accurately - but I sang with wonderful expression. As far as the voice is concerned, sentiment is my forte.

Hell, I may even win a spot in a Le Petite Theatre chorus. Should Le Petite ever reopen. And ever accumulate enough funds to pay the royalties for a musical.

But then there's always karaoke!

Ole!

11 comments:

  1. Such good news. I knew you were worried. I am glad you can now exhale. And sing!

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  2. Hooray!    Quitting smoking sounds like a very fine idea all around.   I'm so happy to hear this.    sp

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  3. Thank you so much! I was more than worried. I was scared. Not, funnily enough, for me, but for Bobby. Nobody else would have looked after him like I do. They'd never have put up with his bull ;-)

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  4. Thank you, Susannah. Yes, the cancer sticks will soon be a long-forgotten memory. I may even go back to my ballet classes ;-) With the money I save on cigarettes, I should be able to afford them again!

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  5. Yoo hoo,  no cancer!! *doing the happy dance* Great news!

    Ballet lessons, you say. Glenn in tights...............hhhhmmmmm.

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  6. Thank you! As for tights, I look good in tights. My legs - in tights - are majestic. My legs - in tights - are massive. In fact, my thighs come up like thunder out of China 'cross the bay!

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  7. What wonderful news!!! Now repeat after me: "I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking, I will quit smoking." Can't wait to hear you sing, and the good news is really something to sing about!!!

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  8. Thank you, Billy, and don't you fret. I can quit smoking. I've done it before. Many times. Many, many times. Nothing to it. The hard part is staying off them. The difficulties lie in finding things for my hands to do and handling the return of my sense of smell. Do you have any idea what the world smells like when you haven't had the "pleasure" for some time? It's nasty!

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  9. Happy Dance! Now, don't forget how scared you were when you didn't know and think of that every time you get an urge to smoke. I quit about a year and a half ago and what helped me more than anything was changing some of my other habits. Avoid anything that you associated with smoking even if it means not hanging out with friends who smoke. At least until you feel you can handle being around them and that day will come.
    That is my unsolicited but heartfelt advice.
    xo

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  10. Advise away, darlin'. I ain't proud. I believe in learning from anyone who has gone the route I'm traveling ahead of me. Why drive over a mountain when somebody else has already drilled a tunnel through it?

    To put it another way, I'm that rare driver who's not afraid to ask for directions ... Okay, I'm a wuss! I don't care if the more adventurous folk look down on me, I'll get where I'm going with less trouble and stress, and my passengers will be grateful for it.

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