Cancer as Experienced

Author:vk

"Lorraine, you do it," I beg her in quiet desperation. "No, Bernie it's your job, after all, you are a doctor, and it's your penis." I did it. Peer pressure at the age of 66. It worked. I had an erection. Not a complete one, but certainly adequate for penetration. And it was pink and warm. Unfortunately, Lorraine had an appointment for a flu shot and we had not made arrangements for a nearby room to put my reawakened tool to the test. Over the next month we increased the dose slowly until one sunny morning in Islamorada in the Florida Keys, I "shot up" and we enjoyed great sex as I cried, tears streaming off my face and on to Lorraine. Elated, I telephoned my mentor, confidant, fellow physician, and a twelve-year survivor of prostate cancer."John, I just used Caverject and we enjoyed fifty-five minutes of penetration."Lorraine shouted from the background, "Not so, John, there was fifty minutes of penetration and five minutes of Bernie walking around the room admiring his erection."I met and married Lorraine, my second wife, twenty-eight years ago. We were both going through divorce. We often drove to Bar Harbor on Mt. Desert Island, slowly savoring the crisp taste of chilled Chardonnay and awaiting its effect. We would talk, cry, share stories, and cry again. Then we laughed, stopped the car to hug and disrobe as much as we dared. Soon we ran off into a favorite woodland glen, ideal for a hobbit house, where we enjoyed passionate love on a flannel blanket over a bed of soft and aromatic spruce and pine needles. During that year there were a number of startled tourists who will probably never forget that trip to Bah Habba.