One Year Out.

It's so intense how cancer gave Hank both John's hair and his anxiety around death. XD

Hank's here because he's here 💚

“Bugs are different from fish.” I want that on a tshirt and I want the profit from sales of those shirts to go to the foundation to decrease worldsuck

WE'RE DOING IT! -John, at the end of a long day of press and before a long day of press

“I know you’re overwhelmed, but look, we’re doing it!” Is basically my life’s motto

Hank: Bugs are different from fish Crawfish: ...... am I a joke to you?

the anniversary effect is so real. this time of year is always hard for me because it was when i was hospitalized for my eating disorder, and every year the weather warming feels like impending doom and dissociation and loneliness all rolled up into a big ball of discomfort. BUT, every year, it gets less and less painful. you’re meant to remember, man, be so fucking proud of the self that went through what you did a year ago to become the self you are now

"Are these questions for my therapist and not my Youtube channel" Yes. AND. Hank, thank you for sharing part of (not all of) your journey with us. I can't tell you the transformative effect it had on my understanding of, and perspective on, cancer. And I know I'm not the only one 💚

The slow morphing of Hank into the eschatological anxious John is truly wonderful to witness

I teach preschool and my students LOVE my awesome socks!!! They call me out for wearing my "boring" ones now. Thank you for making everyone's day a little brighter.

“Why am I physically incapable of enjoying this?!??”

I am so thankful for the Green brothers

I went into remission from my stage III Hodgkin's in 1990. In 1996, after my oncologist had kicked me to the curb, and told me to run free and play, I stretched my arms over my head. Then I reached back to massage the back of my neck, and on my upper right shoulder was a hard, immovable lump, the size of a grape. For the first time, I understood the literary phrase, "I could feel my stomach sinking," I went to my doctor, who ordered a chest x-ray to include the neck. She also ordered blood work. All the doctors who looked at the films said it was benign, including my old oncologist. Apparently, I must have had some kind of inflammatory response, and that lymph node went nuts. They offered to biopsy it, but they thought that it was unnecessary. The node has since shrunk to the size of a raisin, and is softer and rubbery, but it's still there, still fixed and immobile. They x-ray it every 4 or 5 years, just for laughs, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything. Every time I touch it, though, I ask, "Has it changed in any way?" I think every cancer patient in remission gets these moments of doubt.

I actually got diagnosed with stage 2A Classic Hodgkin’s lymphoma in december. Currently have two more sessions of chemo left. I’m only 22, but i’ve been a fan since I was 12. it really helps hearing this hank. much love to you <3

"Am I a fish now? Was I a bug before?" is such a good lyric. Hank would be a great bedroom pop musician.

My mom just got cancer again. Feels a bit better hearing you talk about beeing cancer free and also the possibility of a realapse.

I'm glad that Hank is Hank.

Hank, for the past few years, one of my comfort phrases has been "All Moons are temporary." I don't know if you and John even remember saying that on your podcast, but I cannot tell you the way those words have entered my lexicon and been a comfort to me. All Moons are temporary. Bugs are different from fish.

Could we get maybe some little videos with the artists talking about the sock designs? I’m always so curious what the inspiration was for them each month.

Mum learned about hers around the same time Hank did. I couldn't bear to look at the studies directly, it was too painful. But Hank spoke about what he knew, and what he had learned, and through him it was easier , no easier isn't the right word. It was the only that I found to be possible to learn about what mum was facing, without disintegrating from the inside. At the time we feared she had weeks left. She left us in December, but we managed to have some precious time together. Hank, thank you what you did, the bravery you showed in sharing, and know that at least for me and my family, it was helpful, it was vital. I'm glad at least one of you made it out alive.