Have a happy 4th, and if you do the splody things, may you have the same number of fingers tomorrow – your hair will grow back, but they won’t. For those in the BBQ and beer crowd, here are some random tunes from the archives in no particular order.
[Caveat: I don’t own the copyrights to any of the recordings. They are presented here for entertainment purposes only.]
Celebrate as your cultural heritage allows.
On 5 February 2020 I was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer. I made the mistake of looking up survival rates on the internet. Scared the crap out of me.
The following month I had surgery, but they couldn’t get at a couple of malignant lymph nodes, and on 16 March I began chemotherapy infusions every two weeks. My oncologist said that something would happen by my third year of treatment, but he didn’t know what.
In 2023 I passed the three year mark. Nothing happened in my fourth year either, and the onkydoc said I was an unusual case, an outlier within the top fifth percentile of patients. He reduced my chemo dosage for a second time in October 2024.
I still get to visit the pretty nurses in the clinic every three months for a blood draw and Signatera test, and have a CT scan every four.
I’ve been fortunate that my side effects have been tolerable. The most bothersome was chemobrain – the mental fog that never quite dissipates. I’m hoping that as the toxins flush out things will improve, but then I won’t have chemo to blame for when I get a case of the stoopidz.
All previously posted elsewhere. Mouth woman clipped from this vid. Puma Negra is the inverse of Puma Blanca. Ostrichman morph derived from this pic. Sluggo’s Potty Break is the prequel to this Nancy strip.
All previously posted elsewhere. Crow eye photo courtesy of @CrowMonthly. Hair Blobs & tattoo courtesy Chuck C.
Tacky Raccoons 