It has occurred to me that there are a number of stories I've never shared from my extensive time in Cancerland. The time has come. This might become a series.
There are very few television shows that I will go out of my way to watch. Jersey Shore is one of those shows.
Last year, while I was in-patient at M.D. Anderson recovering from transplant and agrowin' new cells, I watched Jersey Shore on loop (MTV was one of the few channels that came through clearly on the television in my room). The nurses, proper southern women, questioned this choice extensively. What did I tell them? That the accents of the Jersey Shore clan reminded me of home. Yes, all of us who grew up going 'down the shore' know that they weren't really at the shore (North Jersey ain't the Jersey Shore, yo) AND when they were in Jersey they were in NORTH (Nort') Jersey, not the correct South Jersey. DelCo folks, y'all know. My sister, who worked as a bartender at a college bar near her school, hooked me up with Deena's autograph when she came for an appearance. It has a position of honor on my fridge.
Thus concludes Untold Stories from Cancerland, Episode 1: Jersey Shore.