Let 'em eat Cupcakes!

Cupcake, Ginger and I just got back from my hepatologist, Dr. Drinkmor. Drinkmor did a liver biopsy update to check on the state of my 57 year-old , HIV positive, Hepatitis C eaten liver.

Here’s a sliver of what home base looks like these days:

I have hepatitis C, genotype 4, and the existing treatments - pegylated interferon and ribavirin - didn’t work for me when I gave it a shot, so to speak, last year. Depending on who you ask, and on what additional foolishness I subject my body to in the next few years, I’ll probably have cirrhosis - and maybe liver cancer - in about seven or eight years unless I get very lucky and they come up with a more effective treatment for the hepatitis.

If my liver quits, that will be it for old Wishihadacat. I don’t think they’ll waste a perfectly good liver trying to do a transplant on me, assuming I’m around that long.

I’ve had a good run, though, I really can’t complain. I’m perfectly happy to admit that it’s been fun living in this body. Unfortunately, when the sh*t hits the fan and I’m called out at the plate, I won’t get another at-bat. This is it. We only get one shot at life, as far as I know. If Cupcake could make me immortal, my liver wouldn’t be an issue, but let’s face it: there is no Santa Claus, and vampires only exist in fiction.

I may be smug about it right now, but I know that when the time comes, I’ll be wishing that I had been less foolish. I’ll be wishing that I hadn’t used IV drugs 28 years ago, and that I hadn’t done all the stupendously stupid things that I did to myself back then. I’ll look back and regret not having children, or not having been able to live a life that could have been more meaningful. And I’ll have no one to blame but myself.

But enough of this pity party. I have a more important confession to share with you: I have become addicted to another kind of cupcake:

This delectable item is from a bakery a few blocks from where we live called “Crumbs.” This is their cappucino cupcake, and it may be the most sinfully delicious non-living thing that I have ever eaten. I have no idea how many calories each one of these things has in it, but they’re awesome! If we could give every American one of these things, we’d probably end up voting with our taste buds instead of our minds. Don’t misunderstand me: I like Obama, and I think Hillary would do a good job too, but let’s get our priorities straight - what’s more important, a good President or a good cupcake?

Crumbs also sells a s’mores cupcake that will knock your socks off. These things are so dangerous that the government will probably prohibit them. If that happens, I’m going to need a good lawyer.