My husband John can make even dieing of cancer funny. He’s almost run out of medications to extend his life and the last one had stunning side affects. He’s been giving himself injections in the stomach twice a day and now each sight is a big bruise and they’ve all run together, and because of his swollen spleen he looks like he’s about to ready to give birth. He’s big and he’s solid neon from his breast down past his belt line.

He has large bruises elsewhere but to see his right arm is like looking at a confused color changing lizard, from his large finger nail up to his shoulder, front to back, he’s red, black, yellow, and blue.

John took his bruises to his doctor and the nurse walks in, “What’s going on?” she said. John pulls up his shirt. The nurse stares a long time, bug eyed, at his chest. “Hey,” John says, “eyes up here!”  nancymauerman.com

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