A Season to be Thankful, Again

Not original, but from the heart…

After nearly 150 blog entries, my good intention about writing something new and creative is mostly drawing a blank. But I always write something around the holidays to highlight those things I am thankful about and for. Schmaltzy is OK when you’re an old geezer like me.

First of all, thank all of you with cancer who have volunteered for clinical trials—ever! For some there is the hope that new drug research will lead to management or cure of their cancer. For many others, it’s the hope that participation now will help those with cancer in the future—the generation of our kids or grandkids. I believe there will be breakthroughs (not too far in the future) that will finally take a big chunk out of cancer.

Personally, I continue to be one of the luckiest guys around. I feel better than I have in a few years and I’m taking advantage of better health to keep busy and enjoy life. We split our own firewood, I ran a race in November, and we mow acres of grass all summer. We are fortunate to spend time with friends, kids, and grandkids. We have four grandkids in college, one graduating from high school this year, and there’s a precocious three year old (going on 20) grandson.

Carol and I spend a lot of time laughing—mostly at ourselves for forgetting things, dropping stuff, falling asleep in front of the TV, misplacing our cell phones, and all sorts of other age-related foibles. Might as well laugh. Complaining and grumping never seemed to work so well.

Spend time with friends and family. Enjoy the holidays and every other day. Life is too short to choose to be miserable.

axman

The Therapeutic Benefits of Good Times and Good Friends

...this probably doesn’t show up much in the clinical trials and statistical research data

In my last blog entry‑‑September 26‑‑I mentioned the group of people we met in a clinical trial last year. Last week we hosted the group at our newly renovated farm house. It rained, of course, because this is Oregon.

The meeting was a little sad because we missed John (see last blog entry) but once the group assembled (out of the rain on our new covered patio) the mood was definitely upbeat. A little wine, some barbecued chicken and a lot of conversation. Some of it was small talk, more than a little was prostate cancer related (stages, meds, hot flashes, the latest PSA, etc.), some future plans, and lots and lots of heartfelt laughter. Imagine that; sick old people laughing and carrying on like a bunch of kids!

This group of 20—now 19—has a unique ability to lift my spirits. Whatever I might call it, the real purpose of the group is people support. And it works for me.

Our backgrounds are diverse and prostate cancer is the only obvious thing we have in common (except for old age). But we also share an irreverent sense of humor, an honest concern for each other, and a determination to continue fulfilling those entries on our bucket lists. So far‑‑so good.

I’m looking forward to our next get together in December and in March and in July and... I'm sure everybody else is, too.

axman

Why are Sick Old Men so Damn Funny?

…at least they THINK they are

Of course I’ve always considered myself wittier than the average geezer (my wife says half-witty) but recently I’ve noticed that most of the old guys I talk to who have prostate cancer are always laughing and joking. They seem to share a set of common characteristics:

• They are very knowledgeable about their condition and know what treatments have been tried, which worked (a little), and what their prognosis is so there are no surprises or illusions
• They are willing and able to discuss prostate cancer intelligently with anybody and don’t get into ‘poor me’ scenarios
• They are mostly cool, calm, and good natured
• And they have an underplayed, wicked, irreverent, dark sense of humor – particularly regarding their incurable condition. Jokes about incontinence and impotence abound (not much else can be done about these conditions at this point). Side effects, such as enlarged breasts, also make for witty, if not politically correct, repartee.

Is this the result of denial or senility? Possibly. Should we all be more serious? Maybe, but I don’t think so. Laughter is good medicine; even when it comes from bad jokes and unpunny puns. And we need all the good medicine we can get.

There will be plenty of time to worry and be serious later. There is NO evidence that being sane and serious lengthens life. So for now, let the pun times roll!

axman