
Whew! Okay then. I’m going to take a slight break from the whole health care/insurance topic, because it just works me up into more of a rage than I’m normally in on any given day. And I know it’s a topic most people don’t care about, because hey, they got theirs. It IS silly that I get so worked up about it though. I guess it’s just the knowledge that if I have a recurrence and/or mets at some point, I’ll die a horrid painful death, and probably pretty quickly. Not because they don’t have treatments that keep people living a decent length of time, but because BCBS won’t pay for that treatment. Like they didn’t with JenE.
But enough of that gloom and doom! Today I’m here to talk about the upcoming FuCHTYP festivities. What is FuCHTYP (pronounced “fuch-tip”), you ask? Well, it was about a year ago last November when I was being radiated in a cold, dark tube every day, being forced to listen to Huey Lewis and the News in an endless loop. Yes, this is what it takes to get cancer cells running these days. And before that, let’s recall my bike crash and

And then there were the Team in Bacon events that Kristin, Annette, and Deanna organized, and all the support from a lot of other people, like Susan who helped me find my awesome NW doctors, and Carolyn who helped me sort through all the medical stuff, and, well, too many other people to mention by name.
So my knee-jerk reaction as to how in the world to do something nice for all these friends in return is this: I’ll have a big-ass party! Yeah, that’s it. I haven’t had one in years, but I think I still remember how –

Hence, we arrive at the FuCHTYP, or Fuck Cancer Holiday Thank You Party. The festivities will include:
- the serving and ingesting of every sort of carcinogenic or cancer-causing food and drink, including charred meats, alcohol, and of course, Tab
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- lots of soy products – now, me eating that stuff is like putting a loaded gun in my hands, but hey, you all have at it!
- feats of strength
- a group workout, which will include my patented brisk striding, the key to my triathlon success
- lots of bacon-themed food
- my attempt to recreate the insanity of last year by walking around with my arm in a sling, babbling about this or that, gesticulating wildly, making no sense whatsoever
- Ann of the Tomatoettes showing up with bezel nuts for everyone to chew on, as those apparently are highly carcinogenic. Hnuh, who would have thought, that something that turns one’s mouth blood red would have any such adverse effects?
- and finally, the highlight of the evening: the burning of a BCBS executive in effigy. Huzzah!
Yes, I’m inviting all of blogdom. I believe I’m now down to

I’m only sad that my Rackotomy isn’t until January, so I won’t be able to show off the new foobage. But I’ll try to make up for that by wearing something appropriately uplifting and pushup-y. Pictures will be taken.
3 comments:
Hey can you video cast the party for us furreners? With our shitty healthcare, we can't afford to go anywhere ;-)
^^ Agreed.
Mmmmmm - boobies. I will be sure to stare at the future location of your fabulous new foobage so you can get used to it and really just to make you uncomfortable.
You don't have to thank me, I feel it's my duty. (Yes, my duty is to make people feel uncomfortable. I know, it's a gift.)
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