It Doesn't Hurt Much

Calm down, will you Cheryl.  Don't go all batshit crazy on me.

Look, I'll let you in on a secret.  This isn't the first time I've

taken someone's body.  I've been doing this for maybe, let's

see now....................four generations or so.  Believe it or not,

at one time I was your great-great-grandfather, or something

like that.  I get confused about all that stuff, the great this

and that.  

You see, back then I learned that I had the weird ability to

hop from my body into someone else's body.  Not everyone,

mind you.  Just descendants of mine.  Oh, and they have to be

the second child in the birth order.  Don't ask me why, that's

just the way it is.

Well, I mostly just used this little ability of mine for fun.  You

know, borrow the body of one of my nieces or nephews, or

grandkids, for the weekend.  Let me tell you, Cheryl, I learned

a lot about those kids that they never would have told me.

Then I got really really sick that one year and I had to make a

really big decision.  Either I was going to die, or I could use

this little talent of mine to borrow some other body.  Well, I

chose to live, and I hopped into my daughter's body and let

her take mine.  Now don't go calling me a murderer.  Nobody

died that wasn't going to die anyway.  I sort of look at the

whole thing as a little selective genetic engineering.  And I do

the selecting.  Maybe it isn't all ethical, but show me what law

I have broken.

So, you are now your Aunt Gloria. Sorry about the funky name.

I didn't pick it.  And I can't tell you how much longer you have

to live either.  Last week the doctor told me I'll be lucky to

make it 6 more months.  Maybe more.  Maybe less.  The good

thing about this cancer is that it doesn't hurt much.  So just

keep all your appointments, and maybe you'll make a year. I

can tell you, though, that chemo sucks.  Stop going if you want

but you'll just die sooner.  

Good luck, Gloria.  Thanks for the body.  I'm sure I'll enjoy it.