My favorite joke:Two cannibals are eating a clown.  One pauses and says “Does this taste funny to you?”     I think this is hilarious!

You know when your liver is being treated, it seems almost cannibalistic to cook  and eat someone else’s liver.  Fellow livers and all.

When I was in treatment for Hep C, My Red Blood Cells (RBCs) and hemoglobin  (HgB) were low.  My friend Trish came from the bay area armed with her Cooking for Cancer Patients cookbook.   She wanted me to eat  chicken liver.  She promised that it wouldn’t taste like liver.   She covered it in curry and stuff.  The flavor wasn’t as horrible as regular liver, but the look and texture felt like a soap dried loofah in my mouth.   Deb, don’t gag.  Eat one and push the others around your plate.  Tried and true techniques.  I did eat three.   I think she left the recipe. The curry rice was good.

When I was a kid, we only had one ghost story.  The whole story was built around “I’m on the first step, I want your liver.  I’m on the second step, I want your liver.  I’m on the third step”…Then you grab kids and scare the shit out of them.  It worked on me every time.  This Halloween classic went along with the dark spook house where you always touched beef liver and screamed.  Those days of course I went home to a big skillet of cows liver, onions and gravy and ate it up.  Or on Sunday, Mom fried a chicken.  The liver and gizzard finished before the rest of the chicken.    I hung around like a little bird.  Mom blew on them and popped them in my mouth.  That was before I had anatomy and physiology.  I still don’t want to think about a gizzard’s function.

Anyway, as soon as I stopped taking Ribavirin, my blood cells began reproducing.  I feel more energy  every day and it is awesome. I will pass on the liver.