Go Big Red

Twenty years ago, my Fig Newton Mama was being treated for Breast Cancer, and her chemo drug of choice is something we called "Big Red." It was this ugly tube of goo that dripped in and was supposed to control the crazy cell growth. Here we are, twenty years later, and my brother is going on the same drug to control his crazy cell growth of this cancer. It's not breast cancer (Paul doesn't really have man boobs, but I have heard him squeal like a girl...does that count?), but 2 rare tumors that are filling up all avialable space in his guts.

I have this vision of a little Star Wars kind of thing happening underneath his skin...Cancer cells wearing white storm trooper outfits, wandering around and hiding in every corner, while "Big Red," maybe with a Wookie or Princess Leia (I prefer the Leia with the ear muff/pumpernickle bagels on her head hairdo) at it's side, swashbuckeling their way through his system.


Who will win the battle? Big Red? God, I hope so.