I had a small gathering to kick off my chemo phase, and I read this:
The 4 breast things about breast cancer
4. You get a breast navigator!
Yes. This is true.
So, you know me, I kinda have a dirty mind.
So when I heard I was being assigned a “breast navigator,” I was like, Wait a minute, really? This sounds amazing! I have some questions:
Is this service available at night time?
Is my breast navigator hot?
What is the average amount of time of said breast navigation service?
Did you apply for this job?
Is a penis navigator position available?
Turns out it’s a legit position, and actually one of the best things. You get a direct line to a person who is the liaison among all the doctors and their primary nurses. So, this is the way medical care should be, right? And you get that by having breast cancer.
Thank you to all the ladies who sold cookies for fundraisers and walked miles to raise money because breast cancer is apparently the one you want to get.
3. I get to interact with all the doctors and nurses at Illinois Masonic medical center, which if you didn’t know this, is staffed by beautiful people.
This has been a truth since I first started using this hospital’s services back in 2006, when I was struck by gastroenteritis on a Saturday night in boys town and ended up there, farting uncontrollably as literally the world’s most attractive men (plural) examined me. And it wasn’t just my opinion, ladies, I had my friend, my mom, and my aunt there, and they were all tongue-tied.
So yeah, here I goooo. Single and committed to a full year of treatment.
Wish me luck.
2. I get to hear Richard Marx, my guilty pleasure music, in doctor’s office waiting rooms. Which means I get to hear him all the time. It’s like, the ultimate soft rock comfort lullaby playing in the background of the hot medical team.
OK, that's a stolen joke from Richard Marx and not totally true now that I think about it. No music at my doctors! But I know it's happened before.
1. You get to play the cancer card!
“Can you replace some lightbulbs that are out in my apartment? I have cancer.”
“Can you replace my toilet seat? I have cancer.”
“Can you pick up my wine shipment the UPS Store for me? I have cancer.”
“I’m sorry, officer, I didn’t know I was speeding. I was trying to meet with my breast navigator. I have cancer. And did I mention I’m a certified penis navigator. ”
That’s a real list, btw, of shit I need done, so, any volunteers, let me know!
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