So, there I am, bawling like a baby on the drive home this afternoon. I was listening to this…
Comedian Robert Schimmel died last Friday from injuries received from a car accident, but that is not why I was crying like a baby. Schimmel was a regular on the Howard Stern Show, but that was not why, either…
The report was made on Fresh Air, and they re-aired an interview with the comedian from 2008, seven years after his treatment for non-Hodgkins lymphoma; this gets much closer to why.
It wasn’t a sadness, really, just a moment of “Boy, do I get that!” and perhaps a sense of loss for a kindred attitude. Seriously, I do think my treatment was easy on me because I made fun of it, and the cancer, and the harsh reactions to the topic.
Listen to the broadcast via the link above; he had a good sense of how to tackle the crap of life.
In a sense, I am happy that cancer wasn’t what killed him; it’s like he found a way to not lose to it. Good for him. And Godspeed.
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