December 24, 2001|
The Response
It’s Christmas! What are you doing on my web site? 🙂 Shouldn’t you be doing last minute shopping? Or baking that last dozen cookies? Or getting the tree up? Or visiting family and friends? Surfing the web during a down time between it all? Me too. My little brother Billy just taught me about MP3s. Oh, that’s dangerous, especially being a music junkey. Like I tell everyone who encounters my towering collection- I don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t play video games, don’t have a fancy car- but I buy music in the bucketful and record it (via my CD burners) like a fiend. I am allowed one vice, right?
The Deal
So here’s the new deal with my sabbatical in Manhattan at Hotel Hospital. December 30th I fly into LaGuardia- that afternoon is reserved for Steelers- Bungles game. Can you believe the Steelers? I gotta be out of the hospital by the Super Bowl! I can’t be in the hospital watching the Steelers in the Super Bowl on a lil’ 13 inch TV with no surround sound! We have a goal to meet, that’s for sure.
I digress. December 31st is CT Scan, PET Scan and Times Square Day. I don’t know how I am going to do it all, but I am going to be in Times Square on New Year’s. I can hear all of my second mothers in the reading audience protesting with rage over such an adventure that could endanger my weakened condition. “It’s cold.” “You are too out-of-shape.” “The bathroom situation is hideous.” Let me tell y’all. What is one of my major themes? Live life! Don’t be a spectator, be a player. Make a memory. I am there. The pictures will be online in a few weeks:)
Oh yeah. So I am admitted into Sloan Kettering on January 8th. Around the 16th I get Billy’s cells. We have been hounding him to eat. The kid weighs all of 70 lbs. sopping wet from a shower full of his pearberry and Bath and Body Works lotions. He drinks 15 cans of Pepsi a day and only eats mozzerella sticks. I have been beating him down all my life. Now it is his turn- via his cells- to get revenge. I have a bad feeling my cells are going to kick his cells’ butt, typical Artfashion. He better eat. Gotta save my life, know what I mean?
Serious Note
I have gotten such positive feedback on my last update. I have so much more information to pass on from experience and research on trials, tribulations and suffering, I don’t know what to do with it all. I am going to try to write a nice paper on it. Citations and all. That’s another goal when I am in the hospital. Thanks for all the wonderful e-mails.
You know what astounds me? It is hard to believe, as we are in Christmas time, that God, the maker of everything, came down to earth as a little baby. We all know babies. They are helpless, stinky, finicky…can you believe God came down in that form? Wouldn’t it have been cooler to float down in a super-herolike form? Big, tough, totally independent? The more I think of it though, it is amazing. Because He came down, was born a baby, was reared a child into a teenager into an adult, He can relate to anything we give Him. Hunger pains, bad haircuts, sore muscles, family death, tasty food, good times…He’s been there. That’s amazing. It’s more reassuring than anything. Whatever we throw at Him, no matter how difficult, He can say “Been there, done that, relax.” Just something to think about during this season.
Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year’s. And if you watch Dick Clark, look for the bald kid whooping it up…that’ll be me…ah, I mean..Yes ma’am…I’ll wear a stocking hat…I promise:)