I'm Not Dead Yet

On the way home from church today, Rob said to me, "I think that people think that I am close to dying. They seem surprised to see me walking around. They think that I should be on death's bed because the cancer is back."

I was talking to Elaine about it and she got the same feeling while talking to others. I was concerned that I said something in the blog, that he has one foot in the grave and the other is hanging perilously close to the edge. She assured me that I have not.

I know that recurrent cancer is not always a good thing, but seriously, he is not dead yet.

Dead men don't hike to Lake Katherine (or is it Catherine???) (three-hour round trip hike - uphill both ways! hehehe). We did this on Friday. He did, however, take a nice nap when we returned - but he did hike well.

To illustrate this, please read the the following quote from the immortal movie "Monty Python's Holy Grail:"

"The Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead. [a man puts a body on the cart]
Large Man with Dead Body: Here's one.
The Dead Collector: That'll be ninepence.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't (Rob): I'm not dead.
The Dead Collector: What?
Large Man with Dead Body: Nothing. There's your ninepence.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm not dead.
The Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Large Man with Dead Body: Yes he is.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm not.
The Dead Collector: He isn't.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm getting better.
Large Man with Dead Body: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
The Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I don't want to go on the cart.
Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, don't be such a baby.
The Dead Collector: I can't take him.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I feel fine.
Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, do me a favor.
The Dead Collector: I can't.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
The Dead Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, when's your next round?
The Dead Collector: Thursday.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I think I'll go for a walk.
Large Man with Dead Body: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I feel happy. I feel happy. [the Dead Collector glances up and down the street furtively, then silences the Body with his a whack of his club] (Rob has since banned all clubs in our home.)
Large Man with Dead Body: Ah, thank you very much.
The Dead Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
Large Man with Dead Body: Right."