My oldest daughter loves cheese. She will often hover around when I am grating it and, when I am not looking, scoop some up and run off leaving a trail of shredded bits behind her. She is a true cheese-lover, or “Turophile” ( “Tyros” is Greek for cheese and “Phile” is English for Lover ). As of yet she hasn’t actually asked me to lick the cheese off of the grater, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
She takes after her old man, but unfortunately my dairy days are over. It’s bad for prostate cancer and, as such, that cow, at least for me, has gone off to pasture.
Last week I was rolling around with my youngest daughter, Kaylee, on the grass in our backyard. At one point I heaved her up and unceremoniously plopped her onto her butt. What happened next surprised me. Her eyes grew as big as saucers and she launched herself into the air with a loud shriek.
“Dad threw me onto a bee!”, she screamed, flailing her arms.
“DAD THREW ME ONTO A BEE!”, she screamed again, louder.
In one swift move Jodie rushed over, picked her up, sat her on a bench, and removed the stinger. After Jodie produced a bag of frozen peas to apply to the gaping hole in Kaylee’s leg I felt the situation had been diffused enough to sidle up next to her. This comic was inspired by what transpired next.
This is how I picture radiation therapy : a giant death ray pointed at my crotch. Fortunately, my mental image is far from the truth, or so my radiation oncologist tells me. Now if only I could convince my brain.
Part of my “team” when dealing with my cancer is my psychologist. We first met months before I had my official diagnosis, when I was dealing with the anxiety, stress, and subsequent pain by what was then thought to be prostatitis. After our first meeting I walked out of his office completely unconvinced by what he had to say. It took several months before my stubbornness subsided and I reconsidered. Since then he has helped me better understand, well, me.
I showed him some of my comics during our last meeting and he was genuinely impressed and suggested that I draw more. So I did. This one is for him. As you can probably guess, he loves dogs. This dog in particular has some very good advice, too, although he might be a tad biased.
A lot of people came together to support my family and I during my daughter, Kaylee, and my respective recoveries from surgery. We were humbled by the number of people who brought us food, groceries, and offered their help. Thank you so much for your support, we are incredibly grateful and lucky to have such awesome friends, and family.
Take care. Stay healthy. Live life. And thank you for your support.