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April 01, 2013


Here's a really sweet essay by Joel Achenbach, an old friend and a wonderful writer, about his mom, who has cancer. Don't feel as though you have to read il, OK? But it's not as tragic as it sounds.


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What an inspirational woman!

sounds like she has the right attitude and can't argue about surrounding herself with flowers. There is nothing like them.

We should all be as lucky as Joel's mom. Her peace of mind is humbling.

Nice, Dave. Thanks.

My wonderful funny talented son is 44 with two smart funny kids, a amazing, capable, hard-working funny wife, a devoted older sister, an enthusiastic and, of course, hopelessly bumbling dog, and stage IV cancer. We try not to look at statistics; they tell us nothing about anyone in particular. What is 100% solid knowledge is that each of us is guaranteed only this day. Therefore, we're all trying hard to learn how to make the most of each one as it dawns.
Thanks to Joel and his mom for sharing her story; and may she have many a beer in her garden.

Bless Joel's family, and yours too, Betsy.

Do not go gently into that good night.

Dave's own column about his mom is one of the most touching pieces I have ever read - thanks for bringing this article to our attention.

Thanks for posting that essay, Dave. For six years I was caregiver for my elderly mother: last yeaar she went gently into the night. But the strain I experienced and the occasional days of experiencing absolute despair were telling, and has probably affected my own health.

I know we all have similar stories.

But the essay was inspiring...I admire both Joel and his mother for their attitude towards life. This is serious business.

And Betsy.....God bless you and your family...it is a difficult journey that you are participating in. I wish you and yours the very best.

Sitting here like a bump on a log trying to figure out something to say. Hugs Betsy.

*sniff* Thanks for sharing this, Dave. Hugs to Betsy and afkat and anyone else hiking this particular trail. In my 5th year of fulltime caregiving for my Mom who lives us, while my husband & teenager make do without having as much of me as they need. I know exactly what you mean by "days of experiencing absolute despair".

So, I start every day with a few humor websites to counteract the gloom, and guess which one is top of the list? You guys ALL help me more than you will ever know.

*sniff* Now let's get back to making booger jokes, okay?

Very nice. Our club welcomes warriors of all approaches to the challenge. Best wishes!

Wonderful attitude.
Attitude is everything.
My wife's family looks down on me because I almost always up for innocent "fun", which I call "sin and debauchery" because it pleases me to do so.
They are very conservative Christians who live every day with one foot in the grave, waiting to go "home".
Live life, people, and love it, too. One day it will be over and I want my last words to be, "Damn, that was fun."
Don't be too afraid to live. Leave your kids with a good example of how to do it.

No question, she has a wonderful attitude, and her sunny disposition if distilled and bottled would be sold in every drugstore on the planet.
I would be first in line to buy as many bottles as I could hold.
I've taken care of many cancer patients during my career. I was constantly amazed at how upbeat so many of them were. I always told my patients to never give up hope. You may not have any strength, appetite, or hair but you can always have hope. None of us leaves this earth one minute before we're supposed to. I also made sure they laughed at least once a day. Betsy, my heart goes out to you and your son. All my best wishes to you and your family and I'll keep him in my prayers. Afkat, I've been in your situation too. I lost my mother 2 years ago and it still hurts. AvidReader? Two boogers walk into a bar... I'll have to think of a punchline. You guys are the best. You've helped me get through some very tough times and have helped me realize that laughter really is the best medicine.

NC, AvidReader: Two boogers walk into a bar...

You'd think one of them would have seen it.

Thursday I will be going to the wake for a nineteen-year-old who took her battle against leukemia to the next level. She is joining her Dad who led the way five years ago after stomach cancer.

She was one of the most poised people I have ever met. She was able to greet kids starting the cancer treatment process with "Hair is highly overrated."

On Sunday, I made sure my funeral suit still fit.

On Thursday, I'll be wearing her Dad's coaching shirt, a shirt I was supposed to wear at her wedding.

From time to time I've posted my heartfelt thanks to Dave for the incredibly important role he's played in my ability to cope. Peoplel kid me that I quote Dave Barry like some people quote the Bible. Too true, and it's invariably helpful.
Just another reminder that the blog isn't ONLY boogers - it's the world's best support group. And Dave's columns about his mom and dad are among his absolute best.

P.S. Two boogers walk into a bar. A girl in the back glances at them, and says to her friend, "Oh...I thought it was my date. But it's snot."

Extra hugs to NMUA, that is one tough week for you. Sending you many loving thoughts & strength & comfort.

And to Betsy for those last 2 posts. ;)

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