A Deer In The Headlights

I expect that most of us have soldiered on through some days or weeks when it seemed like the diagnostic news just kept getting progressively worse each and every time we talked to the docs. My usual response when hearing anything other than happy news from on an oncologist is that my brain freezes a few seconds into the conversation—I see the doc’s lips moving and hear words being spoken, but he might as well be addressing my golden retriever because I’m not comprehending a word he’s saying. Thanks to Jimmy Buffett, I can put one particular experience into new words to a great old song, “Why Don’t We Get Drunk and S***w”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL9O0B0gzZE&feature=related


I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so serious
But your words don't seem too clear
So doctor, draw me pictures, ‘cause I don’t have a clue
Tell me, why do you think that I’m screwed?

Why do you think that I’m screwed?
I just had my CT scan, it
showed up some tumor gloom
You say you think I’m Stage IV
Lordy, I hope that's not true
So why do you think that I’m screwed?

Dumb it down oncologists, here we go...

Why do you think that I’m screwed?
I just had my CT scan, it
showed up some tumor gloom
You say you think I’m Stage IV
Lordy, I hope that's not true
So why do you think that I’m screwed?
Yeah, now doctor I say, (Lord!)
Why do you think that I’m screwed?

This doc turned out to be so wrong, and I’m still here nearly 8 years later. Happy Birthday to me!