life without humor would be, well, cancer

I woke this morning with some minor back pain, mid-back, left side. For the life of me I can't remember anything I might have done to strain it. For a brief moment, while still lying in bed, I wondered if this might not be some kidney ailment, since I'm on diuretics for my blood pressure and am fairly certain I do not stay adequately hydrated.

Of course this is obviously muscle pain, but the idle kidney thought brought me to other ideas. Those of you with a strange sense of humor and a cancer history will get the joke - this must be back cancer. Morbid? To you, maybe, but to me and LinDuh and Nancy it's all part of the ongoing refusal to submit: a headache isn't the normal spring allergy, but head cancer. A bruised shin is leg cancer. A hangnail is finger cancer. I've also had tooth cancer and eyelid cancer. Nancy had toe cancer when she began losing her toenails after doing the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. Hangovers are hair cancer. You get the picture.

It's pretty funny to us. For those of you who don't get it, I hope you never do.