I know you dumbasses can't pick a winner, but you can always listen....
I had a troubling day...
Long story, still long.....Was real sick last spring/summer....lost a ton of weight and didn't feel like doing anything....got told I had a tumour on my spleen, likely cancer and to take the whole thing out...day after Labour Day had my spleen removed with the growth....found out before Christmas that the growth was actually my spleen dying and that explained my "illness" and not feeling well....Feel great again, but had to go for my last follow up again today...because they thought it was cancer originally, my surgery was done at the cancer clinic and I visit it for my check ups.....went today real early and was the only one in the waiting room....fucking around on my phone waiting when a bald headed 6 year old comes up, tells me his name is Kenny, asks my name and wants to know "if I am going to be okay"......"I'm Nate, and I am sure I am going to be okay. How about you?" He proceeds to tell me that the doctor had to take some of his liver, but he hoped he was going to be okay....I looked over and Dad was crying and Mom looked like a zombie. I will never forget this......ever. I am sure his prognosis wasn't good, but he was the most optimistic guy I had ever met. And he was only 6.....
I have a little boy turning 3 in April and another only 3 months old. I cried the whole way home....got to the local watering hole and chugged a few pints......I have the little guys at home, but I would have traded prognosis with that kid in a heart beat.....I will never forget the optimism in that smile.....

Long story, still long.....Was real sick last spring/summer....lost a ton of weight and didn't feel like doing anything....got told I had a tumour on my spleen, likely cancer and to take the whole thing out...day after Labour Day had my spleen removed with the growth....found out before Christmas that the growth was actually my spleen dying and that explained my "illness" and not feeling well....Feel great again, but had to go for my last follow up again today...because they thought it was cancer originally, my surgery was done at the cancer clinic and I visit it for my check ups.....went today real early and was the only one in the waiting room....fucking around on my phone waiting when a bald headed 6 year old comes up, tells me his name is Kenny, asks my name and wants to know "if I am going to be okay"......"I'm Nate, and I am sure I am going to be okay. How about you?" He proceeds to tell me that the doctor had to take some of his liver, but he hoped he was going to be okay....I looked over and Dad was crying and Mom looked like a zombie. I will never forget this......ever. I am sure his prognosis wasn't good, but he was the most optimistic guy I had ever met. And he was only 6.....
I have a little boy turning 3 in April and another only 3 months old. I cried the whole way home....got to the local watering hole and chugged a few pints......I have the little guys at home, but I would have traded prognosis with that kid in a heart beat.....I will never forget the optimism in that smile.....

