“We know a little bit about cancer. This we know nothing about. It’s like you won the prostate lottery.” “They told me I wouldn’t last long and that I would soon be fully dysfunctional, even with the tic-tacs. Just as Suzuki told me, the swelling claimed my erections, which was a bonus for Sheila.” “Least I don’t get prodded with that thing anymore. Too old for that,” Sheila would say. “Prostate lottery? You believe that shit, Bone? Can you believe a doctor would say some shit like that?” Bone couldn’t believe it. “Listen: they have no way to treat this because they don’t understand it. I’ll be dead before the end of the year.” And I was.
Crack the Spine - Issue 154
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