Vacuous TV content...

It was time for the annoying wait between the Chemo and the Radiation.  I had to leave the waiting section with the TV, as I could feel the Dr. Phil show siphoning off my brain cells at an alarming rate.

I also didn't need to become depressed by the low-life morons he had on, defending their mooching off their equally clueless parents.  I was getting inexorably drawn to the conclusion that "America is DOOOOOMED," when I got the hell away from all that frivolous evil being displayed.  I walked over to a different, TV-less waiting section.

You know, this fight is hard enough without adding things like that into the mix.  I won't remain in my chemo chair if a neighboring inmate is bitching and moaning like the world is out to get them, and yes, there have been a couple of them.  I grab my bags of poison and find another chair and I don't give a flying rat's ass if it appears rude. I will not let SOMEONE ELSE bring me down with their despondent aura.  Likewise, Dr. Phil and his malcontents had to be gone and since I couldn't move the TV, nor ignore it, move I did.

And I moved right next to an elderly couple who were fantastic!  We teased each other about things, and laughed, and got two other people laughing, and we conversed; we practiced give and take, and it was pleasant and fun, and when it was time for radiation, I left the area with a smile plastered on my face.  Surely it makes a difference to meet a challenge with an optimistic attitude rather than with dourness and gloom and doom swirling around you like a plague.

It's those anonymous people at Ironwood today that I salute and wish them continued joy of life.  Thank you for sharing your wit and optimism, and the utter joy of meaningful conversation. :)