Chemo number 4 is upon us ladies and gentlemen…. In case no one told you,  cancer is cool. It is the new method of judging social status. I am cooler than some of you…. most of you… except my parents… and their parents (they’ve already had cancer)… so cool, so sheik… everyone is talking and singing about cancer… it is all the rage…

I can tell you are all green with envy, BTO.  Well hopefully next week will bring some news, good news. Hopefully Cinnamon (not the stripper) has helped… I heard cinnamon (maybe if I don’t capitalize it, it won’t look like a name) can cure cancer. I have had one cup of tea this week with a lot of cinnamon and cinnamon toast crunch cereal this morning for breakfast… I’m basically cured… I have canceled all future chemo treatments…. THANK YOU CINNAMON…. LET’S ALL GIVE CINNAMON A ROUND OF APPLAUSE… and some dollar bills… MAKE IT RAIN CINNAMON… make it rain girl… set the cancer free…

Cancer and Cinnamon, Cinnamon and Cancer…

This will likely make no sense to most of you… sorry…