And yet it is still absolutely fascinating and great reading. By now my millions of followers expect nothing less from me. I know you all are panting waiting for my next post. Here to please. My Manfriend, from here on referred to as MF, got the big C diagnoses. And no it has nothing to do with S-E-X. Darn. I’m learning wayyyy more than I ever wanted to know and yet it’s also kind of cut and dry. Take this test and that. See this doc and that. Be here, be there, be everywhere. Now I feel like Dr. Seuss. Ugh. Another doc. The treatment protocol seems very boiler plate, but the professionals know their stuff and just follow the rules. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them Sam I am. Throw it into the universe and see what comes out on the other end. Some people refer to this process as a journey. Or a battle. I prefer sh*t show, but that’s just me. MF will be starting his treatment soon, and is quite optimistic, which is good. I read too much creepy fiction, and I know where the zombies go at night. So he will do the things, hope for the best, and try to stay away from my rye humor. He quit laughing at my irony a long time ago so he’s covered. I do always try to give brilliant advice and here’s what I’ve learned…. Do not play poker in the jungle. There are too many cheetahs. Now that’s funny!