Sunday, July 25, 2010

It's still rock and roll to me...

What about the frizzy hair I'm wearing
Can you buy me a straightening iron
You know I can't hear the tunes I'm playing
my hearing aid needs an amplifier.

Well I hope it doesn't matter that I'm not too cool
I'm 43 years old, and need a cup to catch my drool.

Once I was a young girl.
Now I am an old bird
It's still rock and roll to me.

Do you want to touch the scars on my head
They feel like railroad tracks.
Have no money for my healthcare
I gave it all to Goldman Sachs.

I haven't changed enough since I left high school.
I get mistaken for a whale, everytime I swim in a pool

Feel like a sausage
And the swimsuit is the casing
It's still rock and roll to me.

Everbody talks about how they hate getting older
but it's still rock and roll to me.....

Donald Trump could use a makover because

He needs new hair
He sells real estate
He actually doesn't have much money, so he needs to figure out new ways to make some
Rosie O'Donnell hasn't been here to kick around much
His BFF Joan Rivers will help him choose a good plastic surgeon
And he'll ask Omerosa for etiquette tips.
He's probably already contemplating his next marriage.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

more on hope and cancer

I hesitate to admit this, because hope is necessary for coping with disaster, but I have to say, I have lost mine.

I'm pretty sure it happened when I was told I needed surgery again.That was a huge wake-up call for me: Hi Eden, It's your tumor calling...I'm back, and I regret to report that your previous attempt to ignore me failed.

Yes it did...big time...and I'm having a hard time believing that this latest attempt to fight it will be any more successful. In fact, the fact the tumor returned is a signal that resistance is futile.

I will undergo more chemo, perhaps for a lifetime...and radiation. My surgeon comforted me by telling me that this "new" tumor is more agressive than the old one, and that we need to start treatment sooner rather than later, so the thing does not paralyze me. So I'll do that, until surgery is required again. The surgeons say I can have as many awake craniotomies as I want.
I never wanted any.
I honestly don't know what to do...I'm getting tired.