A year ago today, I awoke in the afternoon with tubes and needles all over.
And I was missing something, someONE who I had almost became fond of.
A mass was removed from my heart via laproscopic robot-assisted surgery.
I have a VHS recording of the procedure, which makes great dinner-party conversations -let me tell ya!
Thankfully it was benign, and they sent me home 3 1/2 days later to heal.
Did I mention it wiped out my voice and swallowing abilities for over three months?
Yeah, when I met Sean, I sounded like a whispering Mickey Mouse, constantly choking on my own saliva.
Still gets me to this day.
All that aside,
In the weeks building up to the surgery, I had somehow grown fond of this mystery mass that resided in my aortic arch. I named him Larry, and gave him a little black hat and black boots. And with Larry in my heart, I began to draw a comic strip. The strip fizzled after the surgery (perhaps because of his bitter removal) but has stayed in the back of my mind to this day.
On this one year anniversary of Larry’s departure, I am reviving the comic strip.
Larry’s story will be told to all.
Yes, in many of us, there may be a Larry; inconspicous in his existance, possibly cancerous, with a benign New York sense of humor.
I hope to spread Larry’s spiteful words and deadpan jokes to all.
If you listen closely you can still hear him in my heart saying,