Really?

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I'm trying to figure out a way to broach the subject of Michael Douglas and his recent battle with throat cancer.

Have you heard how he thinks he got it?

Smoking?

Nope.

Drinking?

Uh, nope.

An industrial accident of some sort?

Negative.

In a recent interview he opened up about the true nature of the problem.

HPV from the hazardous place he put his mouth and tongue.

I immediately thought of his poor wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones.

How can anyone not wonder if she is diseased in some manner?

Is that really a cause of cancer?

What will this do to the future of man-woman relations?

Without digging too far into the subject what caught me by surprise by this announcement was that Douglas would come out and say such a thing in public.

Isn't he sort of a well-respected actor?

Why would he open himself up to such ridicule?

Why would he make his wife or the women in his life answer such questions?

I'm troubled.

There are, I guess, a lot of ways to get cancer in this day and age.

That honestly may be one of the better ways to get it, I suppose.

But I seriously hope that I don't hear about many more of these types of cases.

Perhaps for the sole reason that some stuff should just stay private, don't you think?

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deafjeff said…
Wow! Congratulations! You wrote it!
07 June, 2013
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