Rednecks supporting rednecks. Because let’s face it, setting off firecrackers on the beach brings out the redneck in all of us. Red solo cup in the air with a WOOHOO or a YEAH BUDDY is the only appropriate response.
When is the last time you have been to a wedding? It had been a while for me and Jim until this year. We have
Jim and I were sitting on the porch Saturday evening to admire the sunset as a pair of young ladies came down for a photoshoot. Harmless enough at first.
The first model was tame. Simple poses in her tiny pink cheeky bikini. Then her friend took a turn and my word this woman was almost naked. She put her backside toward the camera, stuck her behind out and lifted her cut up t-shirt to reveal her ENTIRE HINEY.
Just like that. We became parents of a pediatric cancer patient. Although, we wouldn’t have that diagnosis for a little over 24 hours. And it would take a few days to hear the exact type of malignancy we were dealing with.
It’s weird to think that in 2006 there weren’t a ton of options for a 2-year-old with a brain tumor. Surgery, of course. They didn’t think chemo was the way to go, but radiation had not really been done on a child as young as Bo. We consented to being part of a study. They were trying targeted radiation. This means they wouldn’t radiate his entire toddler brain, just the offensive spot. Before that could even start, the stupid thing started to come back.
It’s like there is a gigantic deadline looming as May comes closer.
How many things do you think you are as a professional?
If you are irritated about one thing, the rest just piles on.
