“Even if I’m dead, if you’re seeing this, I had a happy ending” From the notebook of ‘Charles Peacock’ Six years ago an email appeared in the inboxes of many people who knew and loved Chad Peacock. The first line … Continue reading
Now that the summer of 2015 is (unofficially) over, I’m left wondering what it was like. See, a few days before it started, on June 18th, I had my 4th brain surgery, and in the 11.6 weeks since then I’ve mostly been… well, recovering from that darned brain surgery.
Sure, I’ve had some fun, and I got a little sun, but I also spent a good amount of time in… 4 different hospitals in 3 different states. I took at least 3 ambulance rides (woo hoo!), I experienced my first spinal tap, I had about 15 different individual fevers, I had a drain put in my brain, and I was hooked up to intravenous antibiotics for several weeks that were probably unnecessary and made me break out into hives. What a blast! (It wasn’t.)
But I don’t like to complain, so I’ll quickly shift over to the good news, which is this: Weirdo Medical Summer is now over, and I AM STILL HERE! Woo hoo! (That’s a real “woo hoo,” not a sarcastic one.)
Even better, during these last 11 weeks, I somehow managed to accomplish a bunch of stuff that I’m extremely proud of. And am extremely proud to tell you about right now.
The first thing was, I ran to my brain surgery. (For the 2nd time.) Which was cool and everything, but this time, we filmed it! And made a really cool little film out of it. You may have seen a preview, but here is the real thing. I hope you like it…
This film was made with the help and support of a wonderful team of friends and pros who donated their time, and I can’t thank them enough for their efforts. My hope was that I could turn having to have brain surgery again into something good, and because of this film, I’m glad it happened! And I’ll be even more glad if the film succeeds at its main purpose, which is to raise a bunch of money for the Cancerful Foundation! (We were going to make a video of me asking for money sitting in a chair, but this seemed to be a little more fun and inspiring.)
Speaking of the Cancerful Foundation, the second thing I pulled off during my Sad Sickypants Summer was finishing up our WONDERFUL, CANCERFUL NEW WEBSITE!
If you haven’t seen the new website yet, please check it out. There’s all sorts of info about what we’re up to and all the ways we’re hoping to cure cancer:
We’re making A Movie, we’re making a magical card that turns cancer into a perk (The Cancer Card!), and we’re making a website that helps people with cancer easily get the little things they could really use help with on a day to day basis (it’s called “Cure My Day“, and it’s basically a bridal registry for cancer patients. Like: instead of china, a ride to the doctor on Thursday.)
Oh and I’m also going to start writing “Cancer! The Manual!“– a (not Idiot’s) guide to the things that happen to EVERY Cancerful person that nobody ever talks about. For example: some of your friends will completely disappear (it’s true). And every day, somebody who cares about you or who you just bumped into at Starbucks will lecture you about some vegetable or supplement that you absolutely MUST eat “because my friend’s dog totally had a tumor and it totally went away in like 2 days with this stuff and the big pharma companies are just trying to make money off you with their poison!”
Stuff like that. And a lot more. And it’ll be free. And it’ll be funny. I’ve got a good stash of cancer jokes. And I have learned that Cancerful people like to laugh about cancer now and then, because it rarely happens, and it can totally cure the hell out of you for a moment. And that’s what the Cancerful Foundation’s mission is all about.
So that’s it! Wow, that’s a lot.
But in the spirit of Labor Day– myself and the wonderful Cancerful teammates who are helping me (and who I can not thank enough for their dedication and hard work) still have a lot more work to do.
And we need your help! Because making innovative new cancer cures ain’t cheap. It’s definitely not free. Well, except for the jokes. Like the one where I filled the bag that was draining cerebral spinal fluid directly out of my skull with blue Gatorade, and asked the horrified nurses if there was something wrong with me. (OK, I didn’t really do that, but that image just made me laugh, and I bet somebody out there with cancer will laugh at it too. See, there’s a tiny cured second right there!)
So anyway, if I haven’t asked you already (if you know me, I’m sure I’ve asked you already, but forgive me for asking you again):
Please keep this cancer-curing train rolling at top speed by donating to the Cancerful Foundation!
There are links all over the place on this blog, and on our new website, and even in this series of words right here.
(Did you find it?)
See how easy it is? You don’t have an excuse for not donating! Other than simply not feeling like giving us money. Which is OK, because it is your money after all. Until it’s ours. Or somebody else’s. Like Starbucks. Which tastes good, we get it. (Yes, that was totally a backhanded comparison between choosing caffeinated beverages over curing cancer.) Wait– is guilt a good way to get people to donate money? I’m new at this, so if it isn’t, then please just ignore the fact that I said that Starbucks thing, and focus on anything else I’ve said or done that you find funny or inspiring and might get you to chip in a few bucks 😉
Plus hey– and I mean this– I deeply appreciate the fact that you’re reading this, and that you care enough to do so. That really IS enough, because it inspires me to keep doing this. So I’m gonna keep doing this.
I just really want to make this movie happen, and all of the other cancer-curing stuff I’ve been talking about. I believe in our Foundation and our mission, and I know how much we can help people with what we’re doing. And nobody else is really doing anything like this, and– believe me– there’s a huge need for it. For all of it. And if we don’t do it, nobody else is going to! So we need to do it!
“Chop Chop Peacock, get it done!” (That’s what I say to myself every morning after I chug my turmeric and cannabinoid oil smoothy. No I don’t. ;))
So… we’re just asking for help. No guilt, pushiness or cajoling intended. Just the truth. (And a little cajoling, to be truthful.)
We can really help people here. We’ve already started. I got an email from someone in another country saying that that video of me running made her friend (who has terminal cancer) smile for the first time in weeks. And that’s just a preview of a preview of a preview of what we’re doing. So that feels pretty good. But we need to do more! Think of how much more we can do! And we’ve got the plan and the will– We just need some old fashioned “resources” (i.e., cold hard ca$h) to pull it all off.
And hey– if I have to have another brain surgery and do cartwheels to it this time to make an even stronger case for our Foundation and our mission, I am absolutely willing to… joke around about the possibility of doing that, and then let somebody quickly talk me out of it.
So to sum up…
I jogged to brain surgery for the second time.
Big frickin’ whoop.
Then I got sick.
Boo frickin’ hoo.
But now I’m feeling better, and motivated, and on a roll, and most importantly I’m alive!
Whoopty Frick’ Doo!
(That last one, not sarcastic. But the other ones yes, sarcastic.)
And now I’m asking for money!
Yippee doo I hope it works!
Thanks for reading. I’m gonna go to bed.
G’night from the Cancerful!