So the doctors keep saying you will have good days and bad days. Today was a mix of both with tears shed for good and sad.
We had appointments with both our surgeon and oncologist, followed by a visit to the chemo suite, which sure as hell aint like a good timing boutique micro brewery occasion.
Fuck man, I’m not sure if it’s comforting or sad to see how many people there are being treated for cancer. That’s some scary shit right there! It’s sad as because there’s a C word I love and a C word I hate and sometimes, like now; both words can share the same sentence… Cancer is a cunt.
It was a sad day because today’s appointments were very much a stark reminder that our lives will never be the same again!
The ol’ first wife was given a very true account of what is to follow as far as chemo goes… things like an explanation of the concoction to be used, frequency of blood tests, CT scans, fortnightly chemo treatments, including a couple days extra with some sort of funky bottle thing attached to her like she attaches herself to me when she’s parading me around in public like the proud owner of a fine very valuable stud stallion (objective v subjective), the effects this poison will have on her and the fact we we’re reminded that it’s not curable but is treatable.
Chemo treatment starts a week today.
I mean she still walks like a 118-year-old Croatian baka from a village in the rocky mountains, shuffling her feet but she’s recovered from the surgery enough to start chemo very shortly.
Chatting with our surgeon Peter Yuide is always a good time and today was no different. I told him he had a few interested sheilas when I posted his photo but also mentioned that he was married with heaps of kids. Fuck knows how actually, as he’s never home to make them.
A Quote of the Day…
My first wife: I try not to laugh because it hurts when I laugh.
Surgeon: That must be really hard with that bloke (me) around you.
Laughter 
Surgeon: Well I’ll always be here for you guys if you need anything but we wont need to see each other as often now.
Marjana: Oh no!
Me: Yeah your kinda like a cool pet we don’t want to give up, man.
Laughter
Back home for tears of another kind. My first wife’s work colleagues have been nothing short of amazing, man! So many of them had already donated to our GoFundMe page and a Welfare group they have where they all donate about $5 per pay even donated another $2,000. Well today they had some sort of baking day thing and the funds raised were donated to us. I figured they’d make a couple or even a few hundred but they must be a bunch of fucking class bakers right there because there was another $2,000 raised. This shit just blows us away, man!
I walked upstairs and saw my first wife sobbing hard out and I thought some cunt had died. Seriously! She was pointing to her phone but couldn’t talk. I checked her phone and she’d just read the Facebook post from her work with pics of baking and the efforts people went to and well you get the picture. It was a beautiful expression of love and basically just niceness that’s come out of a sad as fuck situation.
But on a positive, no cunt died which I actually thought had happened. It’s the small things in life… you know, like not dying and shit.
Every day over the last week has seen visitors come by and all have been great visits for the spirit.
A piece of advice though for anyone planning on getting cancer… be sure to abstain from eating lasagne and/or quiche for about a year prior because it’s the modern day equivalent of bringing flowers. We have had half a dozen of each and I am now a self confessed expert in the variances of one from another and if ya don’t believe me check out my big fat guts in the video #fatcunt.
For a change, I made my first wife salata od hobotnice (octopus salad) yesterday and even bragged to our surgeon, saying being a wog a shit, he would appreciate this feed… and he did.
Marjana asked how to spell ’emotional wreck’ which I think sums up the day but, it could be an emotional wreck day without beer in the house, without food in the house, without family in the house and without some of the veges I grew in the house 😊
On a side note, I’m gunna be a hunting some living creatures soon because something is eating all my fresh veges and fuck them 😠
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