Funny (to us) book brainstorming session at Planet Cancer HQ
So there we all were, lounging around Planet Cancer's Global Headquarters before the holiday break, tossing around ideas for the upcoming Planet Cancer book. (Unofficially--but affectionately--described as the first toilet book for young adults with cancer.)
Attendees (left to right):
Chad (standing), my twin brother, who was just dropping Chris off but totally got sucked in.
Chris, my brother the author, our fearless leader on this project.
Kyle, on loan from his parents in San Antonio for the day while he's home from Seattle
Courtney, PC's new development director, who had just unveiled the greatest gift of 2007: our very own cuddly white blood cells.
Kate, squeezing us in for a few hours before putting on her massage therapist hat.
Laura, taking a well-deserved break from setting up PC's new social network. (Coming soon!)
Here are just a few of the snippets of conversation. I believe they speak for themselves. (What they say, I'm not quite sure.)
"Is it C-A-N-A-B-I-S? C-A-N-A-B-B-I-S? Who knows how to spell 'marijuana?!' "
"Do tattoo ideas belong under spirituality?"
"Courtney, you have to go read the forum thread on masturbation. It's the funniest thing ever."
"Hmmm. Not sure we should call that section 'death.' I like 'end of life' better---speaks more to the circle of life, you know. Or how about 'Meeting up with former members of Planet Cancer?'"
"Hey, there are almost as many guys here as girls, for a change!" (from happy Kyle, who is used to being way outnumbered)
"We should talk about how to deal with the people who swarm you after diagnosis just so they'll have more gossip for their hairdressers. You know, the trauma queens."
(to Chad, bouncing in Heidi's office chair) "Must be this tall to ride in bouncy chairs, Chad." (Okay, so you had to be there for that one.)
In the dating discussion, someone brought up our friend Jim's suggested company tagline for PC: "Planet Cancer, the perfect dating solution for people with commitment issues." (Ouch)
Subtitles for the Nausea chapter. Or, as we started calling it, the Digest. (I know, I know)
"Second helpings."
"What goes down must come up."
"When what goes down comes up."
"Better the second time around."
Ewwww.
Much fun was had by all. Be afraid of this book! (But send us your submissions anyway!)
Labels: cancer, dating, massage, microbes, Mom's Marijuana, nausea, white blood cells, young adult
posted by Heidi Adams @ 4:12 PM
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1 Comments:
As always, Heidi...love the post! What a round table of fun at the "Planet Cancer Global Headquarters." (Conjures the thought of a combo of the Legion of Doom and the Super Friends...both foreboding and well-meaning at the same time: You have cancer? At least you're stuck with us!)
If for no other reason, this post was productive because it caused me to look up the forum thread on masturbation. That was great, and I'll have to post soon. ;)
Plus, the part about pot reminded me that I have some Marinol circa 1995 that I should dispose of in a non-toxic manner...it's probably calming and appetite-encouraging in addition to being hallucinogenic by now.
And tattoo ideas, I have a few. Mike had one taken to fruition, as was depicted on the PC site earlier in 2007 and, biased as I am, I think it was the BEST EVER!!! Rather than "spirituality" he would have probably put it under "More needles? Hell ya!" or "Glutton for Punishment."
I'm excited to see all these issues in print form, in a book, soon. There is no doubt in my mind that it will resonate and reach so many young adults. I know I would have loved it as a 23 year old newly-married caregiver.
Love,
Sarah
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