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15 Comments
I’m glad it was good news.
What is it with weird medical terms though? For example, women have a “Pouch of Douglas”. I am sure there are many other strangely discomforting terms…
Bless the mice and elephants,
for they shall be sanctified by his holiness,
Jasper the devout.
Such a lovely tale FD.
In a crazy way this is rather beautiful. Spot on, of course. You have a brilliant ‘ear’ for the words people say. Is it possible you are going to get any better than this? FD I dips me lid.
Paddy, you bastard, you beat me by one second.
Bum Shrews! Ankle Ferrets! POUCH OF DOUGLAS!!! I am heading straight to Wikipedia to tell me what the hell it is. My hubby’s name is Douglas, and he will be either (a) completely chuffed, or (b) highly offended, depending on what it turns out to be.
And, FDOTM, thank you for your continuing contribution to my well-being. I nearly fell off my chair yesterday when you came up with “Pussycat make Barry angry!”
Oh my! It is true!
From Wikipedia:
The rectouterine pouch (or rectouterine excavation, rectovaginal or Pouch of Douglas) is the extension of the peritoneal cavity between the rectum and back wall of the uterus in the female human body.
It is named after the Scottish anatomist Dr James Douglas (1675–1742) who extensively explored this region of the female body. Three other nearby anatomical structures are also named for him - the Douglas fold, the Douglas line and the Douglas septum.
FD I’m so glad everything turned out well.
“…who extensively explored this region of the female body”. Hmm…
Aren’t we all clumsy when we’re sledged by potential heartbreak. You and yours and how you tell us about life are gifts. I did some research and am the wiser. Ta heaps
As someone who has actually found a lump in her breast - and had it diagnosed as cancer, I find this very offensive. Absolutely sick to death of the so-called ‘humour’ of ‘first dog’.
Carol Bruce. I’ve been diagnosed as breast cancer, positive and had a partial mastectomy. Ditto cancer of the bowel, uterine cancer, or breast cancer gone to secondaries, negative on all three counts, it turned out to be diverticulitis-this was three years ago. Lovers, joy, travel have all happened since.
If I could find a lot of beautiful humour in the elephant in the room, so could you. if you put your mind to it.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, it only makes you even more prone for the cancer to take hold of you.
Oh Dear, Carol and Venise…I’m torn between your views. I’ve had my own Breast Mouse (which gave me a huge scare but was “harmless”) but have also recently lost an aunt through breast cancer - and I’m not sure she would have seen the humour. I think the cartoon touches nerves because it is so real - people (especially men) don’t really know what to say to their loved ones when they are confronted with the Big C and we all do tend to “laugh a bit too brightly” when relief is not always complete….and when we know that others have not been so lucky. Yes, it is important to keep your sense of humour, Venise, but we also need to remember that fear of losing a breast, or our life, is a deeply personal issue and should be treated with a great deal of sensitivity and respect for all affected. It’s a very fine line for an elephant, or FD, to be balancing on.
P.S. Nice to see Crikey publishing a comment that expresses less than adoration of FD for a change.
Dear Kerrie, basically you and I think in a similar way. Don’t forget I’ve been there. A very good friend of mine and I went through the process together. She died of the dreaded mouse disease. I got lucky. I lost my lymph glands as well as some of the breast but had only radio-therephy (spelled wrong, but it’s getting late) It was summer and after each session I’d go off to the beach, swim my heart out and really OD on the sun’s radiation. That was to me a very important part of the cure, sorry, remission.
I plead guilty to adoring FD. Well an awful lot of the time, it’s just accidental that I have the same sort of humour, admittedly I don’t have the ability to depict these things.
Certainly he walks/draws a fine line. But isn’t that a large part of humour? If it works it’s fantastic, if not then it’s a bomb.
“Night….V.
PS. My late husband was as useless as a c- full of c-water.
V.
Dear Kerrie, Thank you for your sensitivity. I actually felt that I was merely expressing my opinion on a cartoon. In no way did I feel that I had to then justify, in detail, exactly why I had these feelings. And certainly did not appreciate the directions given to me as to how I should feel.