Zach & Zelda

Zach : What do you want to babble on about today? Zelda : All the different drugs you’ve tried. Zach : How much time ya got?  That could take awhile… Zelda : We’ll skip the recreational ones.  Zach : I still want to do psychedelics with you. Zelda : One day, I promise. Zach : Can’t believe you’ve never done them. Zelda : I was scared straight. Zach : You were just scared. Zelda : Fair point. So let’s talk about drugs. Specifically, the not-so-fun drugs you’ve been on for metastatic prostate cancer. None of them offer a cure. And we're told all of them will stop working at some point.  Zach : There’s that. Zelda : And they’re super expensive. One cost more than $11,000 per month, and you were on it for 2 years. Thankfully, insurance covered most of it. I have no idea how people without insurance get these drugs.  Zach : Maybe they don’t.  Zelda : And deciding which drugs to try…that was tricky. Zach : The illusion of control. Zelda : Word. You did decide when to ...

  Warning : Sexual innuendo and colorful language ahead Zelda : Not to brag, but we’ve always been good in bed. Zach : In bed…in cars...on boats… Zelda : Couches, counter tops, pool tables… Zach : Trails, tents, lakes… Zelda : Waterfalls! Zach : Fucking Rocks! Zelda : So many Fucking Rocks! Zach : Extra credit for getting caught. So what’s your point? Zelda : My point is, we used to make whoopee all over hell and gone. And we were good at it! Zach : Professionals on a closed course. Do try this at home. Zelda : Then came your prostate cancer diagnosis, and everything changed. Lupron and Casodex stole all your testosterone. After that, Boners be gone! Your Doc tried to soften the blow, so to speak. They said without testosterone, sex would be a distant memory for you, and you wouldn’t have any sex drive. But that would be ok; you wouldn’t miss it. It sounded surreal at the time. Was the Doc right? Zach : Kinda. I still wanna do you. I just can’t. Zelda : You once told me you we...

  Zelda : Wanna say more about why you're not telling anyone? Zach : Why would I wanna do that? Zelda : To explain. Zach : I don’t have to explain anything. Zelda : Stubborn much? Zach : Pfft. Zelda : Humor me. Zach : Fuckit. Fine. I don’t want to tell because it’s just going to cause stress. Them knowing won’t help–there’s nothing they can do. Zelda : They could pray for you. Zach : That’s what I’m afraid of. That itself would stress me out. Zelda : It might help them. Don’t you think your brothers deserve a heads-up–so they can get checked more often? Zach : They already get checked. Too often, if you ask me. Zelda : People will find out eventually, right? How will they feel, knowing you kept it from them? Zach : Not my problem. I don’t want to make it a big deal. Zelda : I respect that. But it’s cancer. It is kind of a big deal. It’s trying to kill you. You'll be getting all these treatments. People might start to wonder. They'd want to support you, and me too. Zach : I ...