Today at radiation, i was actually a minute early and had to spend time in the waiting room. The only magazines were like Time and Newsweek and Vogue. I immediately complained to the big shots there. When you are waiting for radiation, you do not want to read serious stuff about the economy. You want to read about Kim Kardashial's butt or the latest celebrity busted for drunk driving. So I demanded more trash magazines and you know what they said? You are absolutely right. I was assured that the room will be stocked with star, People, and whatever else there is. Suddenly it became clear to me what my new profession should be. I shall become a "cancer consultant." I will go around telling people how to treat patients with cancer, and make them pay me for it. Come on, it is no stupider than being a life coach. Also, it combines a lot of my skills- medical training, legal training and my biggest asset- the ability to shoot my mouth off about any subject at any time, regardless of whether I know what I am talking about. (It's a gift.....and a curse.) So in practice for my new carreer, i will from time to time post helpful information on this blog. The trash magazine is all you are getting tonight as I haven't thought of anything else.
Two good things I learned today: 1. My nails are pretty much chemo-free, and I can now get a french manicure. 2. and this is exciting. I heard a commercial for a new show on showtime called the big C. It is about cancer and from the bit I heard, where the woman is in a restaurant saying, "I just want the desserts and the alcohol," I am assuming it is a funny show about cancer. Funny cancer shows. Hopefully they will be the next big thing surpassing those STUPID vampire shows. So here I am, right on top of the latest trend. Funny blog about cancer, funny TV show about cancer.....I can see that it is only a matter of time before i attain my dream of my own reality show. As long as it doesn't really reflect the reality of my life, because really I am amusing for about 30 minutes a day and the other 23 1/2 hours are pretty damn boring. But I imagine all reality shows are fake, so I would be fine with a fake reality show. I wonder how much it would pay? I would, of course, only be interested in it for the art, but it's been a really long time since a pair of Manolo Blahniks have crossed my path.
Don't worry, i will remember all the little people when I am rich and famous.