Adventures of A Cancer Stud (cont'd)

I mentioned earlier that there would be a surprise at the end of the week. I will be writing something about the Cancer Stud every Friday.  Join me as we follow the Cancer Stud and his adventures. Last week, I gave a quick summary of the Stud, Oscar, but it is important to know more about him.

Oscar had not been good in sports and the only reason the boys tolerated him was because he let them copy his homework. The girls liked him since he enjoyed playing jacks, hopscotch, and dress-up. He was too young to know that Broadway show tunes existed. Oscar's father wanted him to be like other boys. He dragged him to baseball games, kicking and screaming, and forced him to play. "You swing like a girl. You can't catch a ball, sissy."  After one too many jeers, Oscar climbed the fence behind home plated attempting to escape the torture.  The coach eventually coaxed him to come down and told his father that he didn't think he was cut out to play baseball. His father cursed under his breath, took him home, and ignored him the rest of the week. Oscar was confused. He knew it was something all the other boys did but he hated it. He'd rather read or dance. What his father had forgotten, or tried to forget, was that when he five, his father had asked him to wear a grass skirt and do the hula. Oscar obeyed and people thought he was funny. Dancing= funny, sports= cruelty. In some ways, his father had contributed to his identity crisis, unknowingly. Or perhaps, his father had secret wishes to wear the skirt.

 Oscar would never know. Instead, he began having nightmares and walking in his sleep. Once he woke up and realized he was peeing in his father's shoes. His father was quite angry about this. But, Oscar had been sleep walking and could not be held accountable for his actions.

His mother instilled a fear of germs. He washed his hands numerous times a day, especially after urinating. That was considered very dirty. "Did you wash your hands, Oscar? Oh yes, mommy. I spent a long time soaping them to make sure everything was killed."

When Oscar began kindergarten, the teacher couldn't get him to take a nap because he was too busy washing his hands. When she brought this to his mother's attention, she was very pleased and definitely thought washing was certainly much more important than napping. That afternoon, she took Oscar shopping to get him a very special treat, a Fels Naptha soap bar. It was known to kill every single thing it touched

Oscar grew up thinking germs could kill you on the spot and it was very important to stay clean at all times. This idea was also enforced when he went to Catholic school.