I know I'm never critical of myself on DOL, but I gotta admit, sometimes I have a problem following up with blog stories that warrant one (maybe that's why I'm still not #HireDdozo). Like, did you know the Nabisco strike ended on the 18th? Probably not because I forgot to blog it. Still, I am First Date video-level happy to share some fantastic news regarding something I wrote in June (that you clearly know, as you likely read the title before clicking on this blog).
Mark Hoppus (of Blink 182) is cancer-free!
Hoppus announced his diagnosis in late June, but he had already been undergoing treatment for three months by that point. While we all know the original Big C is a fucking cuuunt that loves to show up at literally the worst possible times, this is phenomenal!!! When Mark posted a photo of his hair sprouting back up last week, I had high hopes for good news, but you can never assume in a situation like this, even when the caption was written with the same humor as countless Blink-182 lyrics:
Selfishly, I don't want Mark Hoppus to die because I love his music and dream of a day where he, Travis Barker, AND Tom Delonge can reunite to form the optimal Blink line-up.
In all seriousness, Mark Hoppus is married and has a son who recently started college; plus, I mean, I fucking love him, so I am sooo happy to be writing about this instead of James White's hip (which is coming next!).
I have to say, cancer, not a fan; as a matter of fact, I've never been a fan. It just took the hilarious Norm Macdonald two weeks ago and thousands more in the time since.
Congrats to Mark; I hope he got to ring a bell or release some doves. I can't wait for him to be back at full strength, full of leg hair, ready to rock! For the record, I root for all people, not just famous bassists in their bouts with the big C. Hashtag good guy.
I'm sure all of you are wondering, "why such a late start tonight, friend?" and I'll tell you! After work, I visited my grandma, which I can parlay into a seamless transition to brag about her 2-0 record against the OG Big C. After my best friend's dad, she's the first person whose cancer really hit home for me. I was in like 3rd grade at the time, so obviously, I was fucking stupid. I was worried it was contagious and didn't want to see her in fear of it spreading to me. Now I know it's not my grandma who will give me cancer, but instead all the fast food I've shoved down my gullet for nearly 30 years. You ever been chilling with a few friends and think about how at least 1/3 of you will get it someday?
Anyways, probably like your grandma, mine has dentures. Not only was I scared that I'd catch cancer from her, but I didn't want to see her bald head either. Whenever we'd visit, she had to be covered up, which in retrospect was not very cool of me. Well, she sure as shit ripped the band-aid off once she was doing a little better. I'll never forget for the rest of my life when she chased me around her house with her teeth out and wig off. The image is forever branded on my brain.
As is tradition:
Speaking of not following up and cancer, congratulations to Rhode Island's own Liz Biesel!!! Last weekend, she finally completed her block cancer fundraiser swim from Pt. Judy to Block Island after multiple scheduling issues due to weather.