One for the boys

I was feeling very guilty yesterday when sitting in the onco unit having my chemo. Not only was I chatting with my good friend Margaret and her adorable guide dog Bradley, but also with a lady who happens to be my next-door neighbor out in the "real" world. We all had a good gossip and the time flew by.

Now I'm on a new regime of prettily colored poisons; "cyclophosphamide," "methotrexate" and "fluorouracil" (it says here in my little book the hospital staff gave me.) I nearly suggested to David my chemo nurse that he stack them all up in a nice hi-ball glass over some crushed ice and an olive. They looked good enough to drink - shaken, not stirred, of course.

Anyway why was I feeling guilty? Not towards the lovely David who was the only guy surrounded by us gorgeous girls. He wasn't complaining. No, I feel guilty for going on about breast cancer treatments at such length when so few men - fortunately - get that disease. Don't want this blog to become a females-only enclave.

So here, just for the fellows, is a cute story I saw on Ray Owens' wonderful jokeZine from Joke-A-Day...

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'I work as a pharmacist at a fairly high volume pharmacy. Most of the processing is done by our good technicians, but they don't always know the clinical aspects of the medications we're dispensing.

One day last week there was a medicine making its way to the counter for a customer who was waiting. My tech didn't know the medicine was to help men who had erection problems.

The tech sensed the customer was becoming impatient and said, "Yours will be up in just a minute, sir."'

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Have a good weekend! Sz...