No junk drawer yet, so I thought I would share my favorite cancer story. Sometimes laughter is the best medicine.
My friend Jason had a brain tumor removed from behind his forehead, and he now has a huge scar that goes around his hairline. He was visiting from Oregon and I took him snorkeling at Hanauma Bay. It is a snorkeling park in a collapsed volcano crater that is not too far from our home.
We were there for a couple of hours, both in the water and just relaxing on the beach. Afterwards we were rinsing off at some outdoor showers near the restrooms. As we were rinsing off a gentleman and his wife started using the showers to my left.
The man next to me starts talking and I was not sure if he was talking to me, Jason, or his wife. He said, "You know that ring you get on your face from wearing a snorkel mask?" Jason and I still were not sure who he was talking to and then he said, "You still have a ring on your head; it almost looks like you had skull surgery. We realized he was talking to Jason. Jason said, "That’s because I did have skull surgery." The fellow replied, "Oh really, why?" Jason said, "I had a brain tumor."
After that, the poor fellow had trouble talking because his foot was in his mouth. The next thing the guy stuttered was, "Well everything is alright, right, because you’re here?" Jason said something about "being okay and on chemo," and then we walked off.
I tried to be good and not laugh. About 10 feet from the shower I started laughing uncontrollably. Then Jason said, "How bad does that guy feel now? We both agreed that the poor guy must have felt pretty bad.