"How do you deal with a terminal diagnosis in your 40's? How can you really talk about it with friends and family? By the age of forty-five, I had built a good life, with a wonderful wife and daughter, and a fifteen-minute walk from home to my own boutique consulting company, where I provided advice on the job market. I partied hard in my younger days but had finally settled down into a sweet routine. I was in good health, ate a good diet, and rarely got sick. Then after a regular checkup, my family doctor sent me to specialists for the old finger up the bum and discovered I have terminal cancer. Finger Up the Bum explores my terminal diagnosis with in-your-face humour. So many guys have a hard time talking about things like this, whether it's cancer or an illness in general. It can be awkward, embarrassing, and even a little emasculating. There is no shame in getting sick. But there is a problem if we can no longer talk about illness like normal human beings. We may not be able to cure cancer with a bunch of bad jokes, but we can mock the hell out of it."--