If you just want to have a nice time with my funny comic skip this next part.
I’m tired boss. I knew the chemo was going to make mom tired but man. Everything is a massive struggle all the time. I was absolutely expecting things to get bad but I was woefully unprepared. Really we all were. We did basically zero prep work for any of this and that was a MISTAKE. I felt like things were getting dicey but didn’t really know what I needed to be getting ready for. Plus mom got rid of basically every useful thing we had from grandma and grandpa because at the time no one really thought there was going to be an even worse disaster on the horizon. Which seems really out of character for my family in general. I feel like we should be well aware that there is an infinite amount of “It can always get worse” out there after all these decades of tragedy. My grandfather was a very gregarious, humorous, kind of guy, but at the same time he instilled a fatalistic philosophy subtly into all the family on my maternal side. It seems really ironic that we keep getting blindsided as a group. Maybe the optimistic part keeps clouding our perception.
To me it feels like the good times we were all striving for are never going to come. I’m not so much a fool to think that any outcome is promised to anyone, but it really felt like after everything else we all earned a few nice years before the final curtain was drawn. To quote a certain cartoon dog “I guess we’ll see.”

The outro.

I hope your week is going well. I’ll be back on Friday with more comic. Until then, stand strong in the face of adversity.

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A corndog is an American attempt at a Beef Wellington on a stick made quickly

So it is a hotdog in some cake?

A hotdog dipped in cornmeal batter, on a stick. Yes. Some consider cornbread to be cake like.

As Cat, from Red Dwarf, might say: “[What] could be BETTER?”

Hee, hee, hee!
:D

As to your family, man, I am sorry to read that. May your family find some semblance of peace, may you have some peace, may your mother conquer cancer and make it out of chemo. I lost my father almost four years ago, before my son’s first birthday. Father had been battling leukemia and was in chemo, then they fucked up something in his chest pump and he got an infection that pretty much took him out. He spent his last month in hospice at home and saw my children right before he passed. My mother currently has signs of dementia, particularly memory loss; she keeps calling my brother’s current wife by his ex wife’s name and talked about certain things we were already past.

Both…yes definitely both.
Capacity. I definitely have it.
Pat is intriguing. Even muddling through imperfect food analogies, that are giving me a devouring sort of attitude…she keeps showing that follow the punchline mentality I dig.

Hang in there Jackie, the initial shock will fade and you will acclimatize. Rest well because,you are tired, maybe even half-beat,but… you made it through and your spark is not yet extinguished. You have done well, even if it doesn’t feel like it and as ill prepared as you feel only goes to show how much more you have overcome. You got this.

Patty!…..you BLEW it!
:D

Sorry to hear about your family man hope everything’s gonna be okay. Stay positive, that optimism is going to help you see the good things even on hard times and you know you’ve got a loyal reader base that will be there for you too

I’m really, really sorry to hear that these things are happening to you + your Mom, Jackie. I hope that things are getting better for you two. Cheers.

Dang it. I was hoping Rulette was bisexual. I mean, she could be closeted. It is still 2008, allegedly.
Then again, I’d also rather Alex was into women, too.

Please sign ME up for those stories!
I WANT to read them, TOO!
(Go TEAM Alex, Rulette, and Jo!)
:)

This is not Giz’s MA3-treal (Menage A Trois, Montreal) universe where everyone is bi and horny

But…but, can’t we have a [non-canon, Jo + Alex + Patty adventure, in a 100-200 page graphic novel], in MA3-treal’s style?

Maybe just a- Jo, and Alex, and Patty, in their own pirate boat- make-out adventure?

*pouts*

Jackie could license his characters for such things (a la licensed noncanon work, like doujinshi) but I think his sense of ethics wouldn’t let him do so.

Aw.
I can hope, no pressure, I can hope that he will someday-make some Ma3-treal type works, with [Alex, + Jo, + Jess]-like people!

AO3 is right there, y’all can write the fanworks you want to read. Does it have to be Literature? Nope. It’s just uncensored, strictly non-commercial, and once you master the tagging caveats you’re golden (even if such showers are your jam). And who knows, you may discover you like writing, too. (Well, no, I really haven’t written smut, my jam is worldbuilding and genfic, but it takes all kinds, ne c’est pas?)

As much fun as it might be not everyone can be gay. Well, not in this story anyway. It’s not like a person couldn’t write a story where everyone was bisexual. It would just be a real pain once people started criticizing it.

Yeah. …yeah. I don’t think there’s any adequate way to prepare a person or the people in their lives for cancer treatment. I know I wasn’t. You think you’ve got it all figured out, but it’s just one minor disaster after another, and no time to catch your breath. You just keep going until you break, until that proverbial last straw leaves somebody in tears. Then you pick up the pieces and keep going, because what else are you going to do?

Having been there, I feel like it … sort of … got easier after the breakdown. I’m not sure if I just started to go numb to it, or if it was figuring out where that breaking point was for me, or what, but it did get a semblance of easier after that.

I dont the phrase it could always be worse because it feels dismissive of the problems a individual is facing.

The reality is that it could be worse, it could also be a lot fucking better.

Time changes perspectives of almost everything eventually, that doesn’t make the moment any less difficult.

Best wishes.

Yep.
I haven’t but- let’s say if I’ve broken a finger, and its in a cast, some guy saying, “Well, cheer up. you coulda broken TWO fingers”, doesn’t really lift my spirits, much.

You know what I mean?
:D

Continuing to keep you and your family in thoughts and prayers Jackie

I genuinely appreciate it.

3052 What Does That Make A Corndog?

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