Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Poster for Dr. Keane

I was scanning old photographs this morning and came across this weird poster I made in 2005 in an attack of grotesque humor.

BAGMAN: "NO! NO! Please don't bring up our prostate thing again!!"

BUTLER: "Why not? Does it make you feel like less of a man?"

BAGMAN: "Of course not! Um. Well. I guess a little. I mean, by definition..."

BUTLER: "And you have a very narrow definition."

BAGMAN: "But it's a really fun definition."

Anyhow, leaving the boys to argue it out, I made the poster below for the grand occasion of the removal of my prostate at the Medical University of South Carolina Hospital by Dr. Tom Keane (whose head is on the football player). It was a kind of primitive thing (the resolution is so poor you may have trouble seeing) that I did before my prostate surgury and slipped it under my gown so Dr. Keane would discover it in the operating room.

Primitive as it was, I think Tom liked it because he scolded me later for holding up the surgery for ten minutes while they all laughed and had to get their hands steady again. A couple of explanations, I guess. Emory was where Dr. Keane got the Dr. before his name. That red thing that looks like a turkey flying through the air is what a prostate actually looks like, although I did not photograph it. The blue things are lymph nodes and we all know that we don't want the lymph nodes intercepting any cancer cells.

And the wierd contraption that my face is pasted onto is...well, you probably don't really want to know (I'm sure I didn't want to know!)...the way Dr. Keane has invented gain access to the way he does his "procedure." On the plus side, it leaves a smaller cut. On the minus side the cut is located in a less pleasant place.

Anyhow, I have the cheerleaders cheering Tom on. At one point, I considered pasting the faces of old girlfriends on the cheerleaders bodies and having the cheer read: "Tom, Tom! Fight fight fight! Cut it out, it serves it right!" But after I had married Karen, I threw away all the pictures I had of old girlfriends...and besides, that cheer would have sounded too guilt-ridden.

BAGMAN: "Guilt, schmilt! I'd do it all again!"

BUTLER: "And fortunately for me, Mark, and 50% of the world's population, you can't! So take that...nyah nyah nyah."

Take it easy on him, Butler, old man, Bagman's heart was always in the right place...more or less...and he's paid his dues (obviously), so cut him a little slack.


11 comments:

  1. Glad your prostate event came out well. Annie said that calling it an "event" is "really sad." A relative had it with much less pleasant results.

    And tell the twins that it is a good story to post again.

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  2. Well, my husband had the "seed" procedure. Don't suppose you would be willing to do a post-support poster for that? I thought not. anyway, he has just as much spunk as you do and I am thankful to whatever gods the be for that!

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  3. As long as removing prostrates doesn't become an american sport ok?

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  4. OK, you are seriously sick in the head - which is the entire reason I keep coming back for more! I think that's totally priceless!

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  5. Thank you, J9...one of the nicest compliments I've ever had...and accurate.

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  6. I like your poster. The contraption reminds me of stirrups that preggie moms are sometimes made to use when giving birth (though thank goodness not me). You need a sense of humour to get through these 'events'.

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  7. That is absolutely wonderful, a glorious post. I can see why he scolded you, though - not too severely, I hope. Great stuff, I shall have a few laughs at this for quite a while to come, whenever I think about it.

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  8. I'm pleased Tom appreciated the poster, if not...imagine the outcome?!?!?!
    Ahhh...the places this blog would have to go!
    ~AM

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  9. Are you sure your face is pasted onto that weird contraption? Looks pretty real to me... :-)

    Now you understand what women go through when they visit the ObGyn.

    I'm going to be giggling about that poster all night,

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