cancer v aids Neal Mulligan neal email@example.com
An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long illness.
> The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked O'Malley in
> the eye, and said, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer, and it
> can't be cured. I'd give you two
> weeks to a month to live."
> O'Malley was shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid character.
> He managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the
> waiting room. There, he saw his son who had been waiting. O'Malley said,
> "Well son. .. we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate
> when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I
> have cancer, and I've been given a short time to live. Let's head for
> the pub and have a few pints."
> After 3 or 4 pints, the two were feeling a little less somber. There
> were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some
> of O'Malley's old friends who asked what the two were celebrating.
> O'Malley told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad. He
> went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end. He
> told his friends, "I've only got a few weeks to live as I have been
> diagnosed with AIDS."
> The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple more
> beers. After his friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered
> his confusion. "Dad. I though you said that you were dying from
> cancer??? You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!"
> O'Malley said, "I am dying of cancer, son. I just don't want any of them
> sleeping with your mother after I'm gone!"
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