A theme that I continue to write about on this blog is decorative cabbages. They are ugly. They are vicious. At the very least, they should be edible.
Well, my hatred toward cabbages has been rather inexplicable…until now. Today, coincidence and psycho-analysis collided, and I came to a realization. I hate decorative cabbages because of cancer. Yes. That is the situation.
Now, you might ask… How do decorative cabbages and cancer relate? Well, I’ll tell you. If you don’t want to hear, go surf the web.
Today, I went for a fairly routine mammogram that wasn’t as routine as I wanted it to be. I don’t have breast cancer, but my lymph nodes are really swollen, so I have to get CT scan on Friday to make sure that the bigger group of lymph nodes by my lungs are behaving themselves.
No, cabbages do not cause breast cancer or Hodgkin’s or any type of physical malady that I do or do not possess. (Except perhaps for gas. I remember the story of a girl who lost an entire dress size by just passing a woofer.)
But when I went to my oncologist office to pick up the medical orders for Friday, I had to laugh. There were two decorative cabbages in the flower pots at the door of Dr. Dexeus’s office. No wonder I hate cabbages. Bad association. Luckily, I still like recliners (the preferred method of taking chemo) and the Price is Right (the only tv show that a 10 year old and 80 year old in a doctor’s office can agree on).
So, I hate decorative cabbages because of cancer. Stay tuned until next time to hear if I continue my Dr. Pepper fast, or if I break that fast by having a glass of dp with a lovely salad of decorative cabbage.
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