Second Opinion

Doctor says, "You're overweight!" I say, "I want a second opinion." He responds, "Yeah, you're ugly, too!!"

Well, anyway, the doctor tells me that based on Occam's Razor (i.e. "If it walks like a duck...), it's an HPV related cancerous tumor on my tonsil, but that actually good news. It involves chemo, and that's tough, real tough, but odds are good that I will recover.

I have 3 questions. One is about cancer. Another is about treatment. My third question is about cannabis, what we used to call "pot" in the dark ages. He says it does not interfere with the treatment. Our science teacher Isabel says that cannabis has some good medicinal qualities with things like cancer. Honey, I ain't interested in medicinal benefits. There's only one thing I'm interested in with pot. 

"Hard work fine, and hard work good, but first take care of head." -The Toys, "Smoke Two Joints", played on KFOG every Friday at 5 p.m. back when we had rock 'n' roll radio in the Bay Area. No, I will not be smoking. For one, that's not hip. It's not easily dosable, and the doctors have some rather dire things to say about inhaling smoke during chemo. Like, fungus infections and stuff. I'm pretty sure that's bad.