

So they gave me a year and a half as an estimate of longevity, unless I went through radical surgery and kemo that would require me to retire and lose half my face. Retire? Who are they fucking kidding! I can't afford to stop working. More poor and faceless, yeh that sounds appealing. At any rate it's probably too late now anyways.
When they finally diagnosed the issue of why I've had a persistent ear ache for 15 years they were all giddy, apparently this cancer is so rare that it's like winning the lottery, they had me in with a team of specialists, who had me scheduled for tests and surgery the following week. Whoh! Time to digest. It took you guys 15 years to figure this out and now you want me to radically alter my life in a week. Sorry no can do, I have bills to pay.
Well, if the estimate is correct I should be dead before the clock turns to 2020. But, who knows, wouldn't be the first time they were wrong, I could be around another 10 years. Or, one of my other ailments could do it first. My daughter says they're competing for the right to be the one that kills me

Whether or not I am here this forum will survive.