Nothing LIke a Tumor to Get the Creative Juices Flowing

Other people's juices, anyhow.

I've got one friend who has taken it upon herself to come up with The Perfect Nickname for my tumor - little biggy, George, Mr. Pain in the Brain, Mr. Brain Pain, Lump, Mr. T ("I pity the pituitary!"), another who wrote a song:

Happy tumor to you!
Happy tumor to you!
Happy tumor, dear *******
Happy tumor to you!
But no-oh mo-o-o-o-o-re!

A third has managed to draw up some comparisons between the tumor and her unborn child ("I stared to think that we both have fabulous parasites. Both are growing and causing some amount of distress :) Both have an endpoint and I think we both get a prize at the end. Yours is a prize of relief!"), and yet a fourth who has suggested a tumor removal party.



Actually, this last one might have been just a creative way of saying surgery, but I'm already picturing it: Come dressed as your favorite non-malignant growth! All drinks will be served intravenously! You have to fast for 12 hours before the party! No one will be admitted without a hospital gown! Hors d'oeuvres served in bed pans! Spin the wheel and see who goes home with a shaved head! Instead of a worm in the tequila, a tumor!

Can you just imagine the evite? I had no idea tumors were so fun.