Magic School Bus Inside the Chemo Brain

Anyone remember the Magic School Bus book series? It features quirky Ms. Frizzle, a teacher who makes science fun through hands-on learning, such as shrinking the school bus so she could take the kids on a tour inside the human body. Magic School Bus Explores the Five Senses

I can’t help but wonder, What would happen if Ms. Frizzle took her students on a tour of my brain? And why can’t a children’s writer get cancer without making up ridiculous stories? I know it’s weird but I can’t help myself, so board the bus and get ready for a bumpy ride:

“C’mon, kids,” says Ms. Frizzle. “Today we’re going inside the chemo brain – similar to a normal brain, just fried and burnt and a little bit crispy, yet surprisingly fuzzy on the inside, but otherwise perfectly delightful. Be sure to wear a gas mask, in case of smoldering residue, and a life jacket so you don’t sink in the mush.

Once inside the brain, they step out of the bus and immediately discover that the brain is not as predictable as its former self. For one thing, the weather changes without notice. It could be perfectly sunny and clear when, without warning, the fog sets in. Fortunately, the kids dressed in layers.

Oh, look! Ralphie stands on a synapse that has an important message to transmit to the receiving synapse. It starts to fire, but fizzles out. Now the message is lost. Ralphie may have eaten it. Oh, wait, here comes another firing synapse. “Hop on, kids. Let’s ride this one to the receiving side.” Another fizzler. Unfortunately, Ms. Frizzle and the kids had jumped thinking the synaptic firing would propel them to the other side.

“Kids, secure your life jackets!”

They tumble down into a wasteland that reeks of the aftermath of a nuclear fallout.

“It’s dark and scary in here.” Ralphie turns on his flashlight. “Yuck! I stepped in melted marshmallow.”

“Where am I?” A girl grasps for something, anything, so she can get her bearings.

“Hey … you, kid!” yells Ms. Frizzle. “Don’t touch that. It’s contaminated! Are you listening?”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you … what’s your name again?”

“Um… er… how am I supposed to know? No fair giving a pop quiz.”

“Ms. Frizzle, now what do we do?”

“Don’t worry, kids, just grab one of those Post-it Notes scattered on the floor. There’s a good chance it has written instructions.”

“I can’t read the writing. Looks like ‘Remember to pick up *#(@d.’ I can’t make it out.”

“It could say ‘bread’ or ‘kid.’”

Oh em gee! She forgot to pick up her kid!”

Fortunately, Ms. Frizzle and her students managed to find their way out, but not without tripping over scattered debris. Yes, they were late for their next class, but were glad to have survived the ordeal. Just grateful to come out alive.



4 Responses, Leave a Reply
  1. Linda Rochon
    11 January 2013, 9:20 am

    I love it – my life in a nutshell!

  2. Eileen
    11 January 2013, 11:30 am

    It’s always helps to laugh at ourselves. Good medicine! Thanks for the comment, Linda.

  3. Facing Cancer Together
    12 January 2013, 7:57 am

    Chemo brain madness – it does seem to be a perfect magic school bus adventure. Too bad they couldn’t clean things up a little while inside. Really fun post! ~Catherine

  4. Eileen
    12 January 2013, 12:45 pm

    Thanks, Catherine. I should’ve had the janitor join them on the trip while I had the chance!

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