Not Quite Cancer, But Close Enough...

So...as some may know, the title of this blog came from being young, dumb, and very much involved in the "party scene." When I say "party scene," I mean drinking excessively, smoking packs and packs of cigarettes, making dumb decisions that could lead to your own or someone else's demise...basically about being in your twenties. Well, well, it seems that a very passionate party girl, yours truly, has had to cut the partying out as of two weeks ago. No, no, I don't have cancer, but it's close enough.

I went to the doctor to have a check up. Basically I had a sensation of something being stuck in my throat. I also had abdominal pain that became worse with drinking soda or alcohol. After running a few tests, my doctor informed me that not only do I have a peptic ulcer, but I also have nodules on my vocal chords. That's right. Nodules on my vocal chords caused by...vocal abuse. If you're not sure what that means, it's basically from being a loud mouth and smoking like a chimney. Because of this, I've had to quit drinking alcohol and soda, quit smoking (easier said than done,) and change my diet drastically all while taking medication to cure the ulcer.

My nodules? Well, I guess I was doomed at birth. All the women in my family are extremely loud, and for some reason, a good majority smoke. But I'm the only one with fucking nodules. Anyway, my doc said that if behavioral intervention doesn't work then I'll have to have surgery to remove the nodules. Which it's looking like the latter since I haven't had any relief.

So there you have it. 23 years old living life how I want to, and I have an ulcer and nodules. Next thing you know, it will be cancer. You see where I'm going with this?

All The Good Times Give You Cancer

I feel somewhat obligated to explain the title of my blog. Since I started a few days ago and told many people about it, I've noticed I get the same reaction out of them. They look at me strangely, and some actually ask "what's with the name?" A very good question I think. I will take the time to explain the title of my blog. My sister first asked if it had anything to do with the fact that I think I have throat cancer. Surprisingly not, although now it's even more applicable to me than I noticed before. I've had a few other people ask if it's because I'm a hypochondriac. Again, not exactly. Have you ever heard the saying "all the good times give you cancer?" Well if you haven't, don't feel bad. A shocking amount of people haven't. Now, I understand that some people might get sensitive about the title. Some people might see it as being used in a callus sort of way. Sure, anyone is more than welcome to think that. I, however, disagree. We all know cancer is a nasty business, and the purpose of this blog isn't to make people feel uncomfortable or make me seem like a cold-hearted bitch. When I say that I truly believe all the good times give you cancer, I mean it. The name of the blog comes from a place where most twenty-two year olds have been. Most people in their twenties period. We as young adults party. Nowadays, most people in their early twenties will start smoking. Majority will quit at some point in his or her life, some won't. As young adults we binge drink practically every day. There are a lot who are smoking weed, doing drugs, getting tattoos, getting laid by anyone who will lay them! This is what's fun about being young. We can do these things without feeling any repercussions. To us, it's a blast. This is what being young is all about...

Do you see the point I'm making? If it weren't for the reckless behavior people my age participate in to have fun, well we would probably go on to live much longer, healthier lives. Don't get me wrong, I know not all twenty year olds are as reckless or hardcore as the people I prefer to surround myself with. This blog isn't about those people though. This blog is about my life, the people in my life, the lifestyles we lead and how we're all affected by it. Because to be honest, life just isn't as exciting without risk factors. Fuck what happens to us when we're old. Carpe diem, damn it; seize the day! What we're doing isn't bad. What we're doing makes good stories for the grandchildren or even the next party you're at. We want a life worth living. This right here? These are the moments we live for.