So, what DO you do when you hear cancer is coming back??
You watch Terminator, of course!
With that immortal line, "I'll Be Back" (significance just dawning for my personal context).
You celebrate that, for now, the human heroine survives to fight another day.
And you send the young one up to get popcorn when the gory eye-gouging scene comes up.
You celebrate all the hugs you can get from wife and children, and the mocking that once irritated you becomes reassuring in its predictability.
You drink red wine and eat chocolate cake, hoping your weight doesn't go up TOO much again.
And you carry on.
Realising that every blimmin' day is a gift.
As they said in House, in the episode I've just watched..."your deathbed experience is only one day. Are you gonna spend all the other days rehearsing for it, or celebrating what you have?" (or something like that!)
You read 1 Corinthians 15!
You thank everyone for their thoughts and strengthening words...
And prepare for sleep.
Listening to Monty Python's Always Look On the Bright Side of Life also helps!
Goodnight, and hope to see you all tomorrow (metaphorically speaking).
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From Shakespeare's As You Like It, 1600:
ReplyDeleteJAQUES:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Onwards and Upwards......
eww, I look hideous in that picture... MUM! TAKE IT OFF!
ReplyDeleteAndrew - thanks for the Shakespeare.
ReplyDeleteI once did a revue based on this monologue.
I may set it, or the one from Macbeth (Tomorrow and Tomorrow and...)
Sophie - you look beautiful. Stop your silliness!