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Week #17: Killing Cancer with Ozzy Osbourne’s autograph

David and Ozzy

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It’s Friday, August 20th, a week since the Cancerpalooza surprise party.  I’m slumped in the couch.  Surrounding me are the detritus of the greatest party ever; folding chairs, Styrofoam boobs, and unopened soda.  The food and dishes were cleaned-up days ago but the house still looks the same as it did the night of the party.  The furniture is pushed against the wall. Unused glow sticks are hung everywhere on lanyards. Stacks of paper plates and cups stand on every counter.

I’m supposed to drive us to Hartford, Connecticut tonight – 7-plus hours of night driving.  But it’s getting dark and I’m procrastinating by playing video games.  I’ve had a rough week at work and can’t imagine driving that far right now, even if it is to meet the Prince of Darkness.

Post Party Depression

From the Alexandria Whole Foods.  We had to use an inside connection to get this made.
Planning and executing the Cancerpalooza Surprise was the hardest single event this summer.  At the same time, my work has gotten a lot harder, and Trish has been feeling worse and worse. It’s not really surprising that I slip into a mild depression.

When I get depressed, nothing seems fun, I sleep a lot and I’m perma-fatigued.  I’m barely able to get Trish to medical appointments, do my job, and feed us at night.   Depression, well, it depresses me.

They blast rock anthems like 'Eye of the Tiger' and 'More than a Feeling'
Fortunately, our girls are with my parents for this week. There are times that I think Lily’s sillyness and toothless grin would really cheer me up.  But maybe it’s better that we’re alone. I don’t want the girls to have to see me so down.

Managing work as a Cancer-spouse

Cancerpalooza wouldn’t be possible without the supportive work environment I have. I’m fortunate to be with an organization that is accepting of my need to mix work responsibilities with the cancer support.  Trish and I are both deeply appreciative.

Trish, almost passed out, during the botched needle attempts.
When the diagnosis happened and we started chemotherapy in May, I was nearly unable to perform any work.   Mentally I struggled to accept the shock, and it was just impossible to focus on my responsibilities.

I took a lot of time off, including a Board meeting I should have attended.  My worry at that time, was that it would even get harder as the chemo worsened.

In June, my boss got some great news. She was able to adopt a second child from China, and herself would need to take off from the organization right when the final, most difficult chemo treatments happened. Her good news put the pressure on me to fill her spot at the end of the summer.

Pills Pills Pills
As it’s happened, things have worked out okay.   My boss really helped cover for me in the beginning of the summer, and now when she needs the support I’m returning the favor.

There is more stress in my life right now though.  This better end soon.

Could we meet the Prince of Darkness?

And he's still a performer.
Back in May, at the very beginning of Cancerpalooza, Trish and I were at a Cheap Trick concert in the pouring rain, on a farm deep in Loundon County Virginia.  Trish was in high spirits.  The shock repeat cancer had worn off, and the chemo hadn’t sunk in.

From where we stood up front, we could hear the band setting up behind the small stage.  Fans were yelling for autographs and I joked to Trish “You gotta go see if he will sign your cancer boob!”   And of course, Trish being Trish, did just that.  They never did sign, but she made everyone laugh by trying.

Later that week, I was looking through all the summer tours and concerts that are coming through the DC area for shows. (We end up seeing Cheap Trick, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Faith No More, Lady Gaga, Green Day twice, Slash, Superchunk, and a slew of opening bands.)  I notice Ozzfest comes to Philadelphia.  It’s close enough, but is during a chemo week and won’t work.

Mean Old Alalbama! (That's how Lily thinks the song goes.)

I know I have to pick up my girls in late August from my parents, who are taking them for three weeks.  They live a few hours north oF New York City so on a lark, I scan for concerts that we could see on the way up there.   Ozzfest pops up again, not exactly in NYC, but in Hartford and I’m intrigued.  Maybe it could work?

Cancer Boobographs from Faith No More
Further into the ticketmaster page on Ozzfest, there are links to a VIP Ozzy meet-and-greet package for $999.99 each!  Holy shit, that’s a lot of money. But if Trish could get a cancer boob-o-graph from Ozzy would it be worth it? Coould the Prince of Darkness banish the cancer with his signature?

“Yes, Yes he can.” I thought. He has to have that kind of power. I plug in the credit card numbers and impulsively buy 2 VIP meet and greet tickets for Ozzfest in Hartford.

I surprise Trish later that week with the news.  Emboldened by the idea of getting rock stars to sentence her cancer to death, Trish gets Mike Patton from Faith no More to do it last month.  And we are still crossing our fingers that we will meet Slash in September.

The legacy of Ozzy Osbourne

It’s easy to dismiss Ozzy these days as a gimmick. He and his family are all over reality TV.  But the man was part of the very earliest heavy metal.  Check out this clip of him with Black Sabbath in Paris, 1970.

This is nineteen-fucking-seventy, bitches.  Ozzy and Black Sabbath had to have been possessed by the Devil to do this in 1970. You know what the top ten billboard songs were that year?

1.) “Venus” by The Shocking Blue
2.) “Mama Told Me Not To Come” by Three Dog Night
3.) “I Think I Love You” by The Partridge Family
4.) “Tears of a Clown” by Smokey Robinson & Miracles
5.) “The Rapper” by the Jaggerz
6.) “I Want You Back” by the Jackson Five
7.) “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum
8.) “Vehicle” by The Ides of March
9.) “War” by Edwin Starr
10.) “Green-Eyed Lady” by Sugarloaf

Ozzy and Sharon have struggled to make OzzFest profitable and well-managed over the years, but it endures. It was cancelled one year, gave out free tickets the next in a failed attempt to change the business model, and has shuffled the line up countless times.

They publically battled with Iron Maiden, had two alcohol related deaths, and many, many arrests. Some venues won’t take Ozzfest because it’s a big headache with marginal pay-off.  Ozzfest is, like Ozzy himself, an amazing disaster.

Faces of Ozzy

Continued, so read on!

6 thoughts on “Week #17: Killing Cancer with Ozzy Osbourne’s autograph

  1. Shannon

    You don’t know me, but I found you through a link on a blog about WoW some time ago… I have been reading your blog since then and wanted you to know how inspiring you both are. The honesty of your posts is both refreshing and heartbreaking. You are in my thoughts and I wish you all the best!

    Kick cancer’s ASS!!

    Take care

  2. Wendee Holtcamp

    Reading this all the way to the end made me cry!! What a beautiful story. Have you thought of trying to publish this in a somewhere (in a magazine essay section)? Trish & you are an inspiration to me – I hope I never have to go through that, but if I ever do you can be sure she is going to be a major source of strength and inspiration. Praying for you guys. xo Wendee

  3. Debbie Boldacious

    i came across your blog whilst looking something up on Google – stopped what i was doing+have read the whole page, well written story.
    I too am a Rock Lover, +also going through my own life-changing medical battles.
    I salute you Trish! As the Royalty of Rock said – Kick Cancers Ass!

    Wish you well –

    Debbie X

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