RICHO MUST BE ASKING IS IT ALL WORTH IT
Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.
This would involve the removal of half of his bum and five otherwise healthy organs – “My bladder, bowel, prostate, colon and rectum-- and for the rest of my days I will have to carry both a colostomy bag and a bladder bag.” This was not a good read in The Australian while having my Weet Bix but Graham Richardson is determined to battle on in excruciating pain. Like me he probably has a young son in mind.
Chemo and some other stuff didn’t work on Richo and those sneaky little lymph nodes always seem to return, so it’s not much of a deteriorating life for him. It’s not how long you live that matters, it’s how well.
Explaining your life-threatening operation is in the same category as, “let me show you my holiday snaps”, so I won’t go there. I’m told I will probably not last this year out and when the lymph nodes return, as I’m assured they will, the cancer will have gone too far anyway. The chemo, I’m told, would only have had a ten per cent chance of working anyway.
The choice was a simple one for me... screw the chemo and enjoy what time I have left.
I could even rob a bank or two! I reckon that would be exciting seeing how they robbed me blind first and maybe I’ll kill a few bastards. Ooops, I’d get life for that!
If Richo is getting the same pain killers that I am then he is probably chasing stray cats too... blimey, one of those little white pills must be equal to ten Viagra.
I’m not religious so I don’t believe in the afterlife with those spooky bright white lights and things. But I have never understood why a wake is held after some poor bastard is buried... why not hold the wake while he’s still alive so he can get a chance to say a coherent goodbye to everyone?
That’s what I’m going to do and I can do it because these lymph node things attack with great speed. Seven people I have known with cancer, including my first wife of 40 years, all died suddenly and five of them suffered the poisonous chemo material with awful effects.
So, at the first indication that these little lymph buggers are back I’ll be arranging a huge party with the family and some old friends I haven’t seen for a long while. The next day I’ll be happy to order some morphine, roll a smoke, relax in my favourite chair and watch some old episodes of Deadliest Catch.
I’ll have a smile on my face and my family and friends won’t have to remember the sight of an emaciated, decomposing shell of a person they once called Dad.
Anyway, I hope Richo’s choice proves me wrong and he pulls through.