xerp56

hey!

The title says it. This cancer bites. Aside from the permanent trach tube (a wonderful fashion accessory) and the difficulty eating and talking, what gets me the most is the depression.

Since my diagnosis in MAR 2006, I have lost my job, have no sex life, I am depressed, and occcassionally resort to dangerous behavior out of boredom.

This is the first time I seek support. Previouly I sought support for bad behavior, but I hated 12-Step.

Work has been elusive, as potential employers seem more interested in my health than in my skills. I am I am aware of The Disabilities Act, but what am I going to do, take on the corporate giantation? i have better things to do with the little time I have . . . on the other hand . . .

I just want to dialogue with people with simular conditions, mainly cancer.

so here I am, where are you?

PS you know what really gets my goat? Every one and the burro they rode in on has a cure for cancer. their Aunt Bertha or Uncle Fred drank scorpion poison and that cured their cancer. At first I was tolerant, but now having one foot in the crematorium, I just tell them to shut the ****** up!

I hope that is not too rude. And people who ask me what the hell is that tube popping out of my throat, i just tell them it is a built-in crack pipe. Bwwwwaaaaaahahahaha!!!