PHILIP
“So what changes for you now that they’ve decided you don’t have lung cancer?”
TONY
“Not much. It’s just a new lease on life, if you know what I mean.”
The word from the street
TONY
“Did you hear my good news?”
PHILIP
“Not that I remember.”
TONY
“Well I don’t have the cancer in the lung they thought might have it. I was just at St. Joe’s with my doctors and that’s what they told me.”
PHILIP
“What about the other lung?”
TONY
“They don’t know yet but it’s looking good if you ask me.”
TONY
“Look what some guy handed me just before I got on the bus last night: a full pack of Peter Jackson’s. “Pretty good, eh?”
PHILIP
“Are they the best?”
TONY
“Well if I had to choose, that would be Export A’s. But lots of folks can’t handle those ones. Those are the real killers if you ask me.”
Hello all,
Tony just called me from the hospital. He’s been admitted to St. Joe’s for bleeding in his lungs. I will see him later today and let everyone know what I find out. In the meantime, I can say that his voice did not sound as weak as the last time he called me from the hospital.
Philip
PHILIP
“I forgot to ask you about what kind of cancer you have.”
TONY
“Lung, lung cancer. My left one. The doc told me I’ve got a year to a year -and-a-half. I don’t think I’m going to go in for surgery. It’s just different risks when you think about it. And they think it’s already spreading. At least it’s spreading slowly from what they can tell me.”