My brother Kip (on the right) shortly after being diagnosed with inoperable small cell lung cancer replete with a painful tumor the size of a big golf ball. It would surely kill him in less than two years. Thank the Gods for his oncologist and the Cleveland Clinic, Kip celebrates his 65th birthday today. He is the bravest, nicest, funniest person I have ever known. Yes, I was adopted. That’s why I took him up to Pike’s Peak with cancer in his lung.
RGK
Judge:
Great pic. And (TRIGGER WARNING) as someone who has lost members of both sides of my family to that dread disease, i say quite simply that cancer can go fuck itself.
Robert
Robert,
Your motion is seconded! Thank you.
All the best.
RGK
Pike’s Peak is in my backyard. I can’t think of a better place for a life-affirming trip.
Happy birthday to Kip. It is obvious from that photo who has the brains in the family – the handsome guy with a mustache in the dark jacket! Go to Pike’s Peak is quite an adventure. Glad you made that trip.
bwright,
That was certainly true in this case. Thanks for writing.
All the best.
RGK
Elaine,
Snarky! Wonderful! If this blog brings out the snark in Elaine Mittleman, my job here is done. All the best.
RGK