Monday, April 26, 2010

A Phone Call From Beyond

One Saturday morning, not too long ago, I received this phone call from a guitar player I'd worked with in the distant past:

'Hello, this is Sean.'
'Wow, man, I thought you were dead!'
'Uh, no.'
'But you had cancer?'
'Yes... but I'm still here.'
'You had cancer and you didn't die?'
'Lemme' check. Nope, I'm hanging in there. Hey, if you thought I was dead, why'd you call?'
'I, uh... wow, you didn't die?'
'Hey, I'll make a deal with you. If I die, I'll give you a call.That way you won't have to worry about calling me.'
'Yeah! That'd be great, man! I mean, not if you died.. but if you called me'
'Enough about me. How are you doing? Are you still alive?'

The vast majority of creative folks that I've worked with are bright, in-touch people. Then there are some of them that could hide their own Easter Eggs. I have a sneaking suspicion that my guitar playing friend from yesteryear knows a lot about a kind of 'chemical' therapy that wouldn't help me much with Myeloma.  

It takes all kinds to make this big old Blue Marble go 'round! And I'm going to enjoy every revolution.


Anonymous said...

I needed that good laugh. Sometimes humor is the best medicine.

Sandy said...

So did he ever answer YOUR question? ha ha... yeah, there are a few who are a few sandwiches short of a picnic out there.

tim's wife said...

We ran into a guy Tim knows from high school just after Tim was diagnosed. He knew that Tim had cancer. He asked Tim how he was doing and Tim answered that he was living his life, spending time with his kid etc. The guy said, "Good, noone's headstone reads, 'I wish I had spent more time at work'".
Sometimes, I think I need to keep a roll of duct tape in my purse,or maybe a bat.