The Mickey Mouse of cancers

Mickey mouse can be a merciless prick sometimes

With its’ ridiculously high survival rate (even in late stages), some people tend to write off Hodgkin’s Lymphoma as the Mickey Mouse of cancers.  When I got diagnosed, I tried to look at it that way too.  Now that I’m more than halfway done with treatment, I see Mickey Mouse for the persistent, sadistic bastard he is.  It’s truly been feeling like a marathon lately.

After my next bite of treatment sandwich, I’m going to get another PET scan to see how the cancer has responded thus far.  10 out of 10 of the dumbest people you can find would be able to look at a before-and-after picture of my collarbone area and tell you that it’s been working… But what I’m hoping for is that I’ve had a complete response to treatment (which my doctor seems to think I have) vs. only a partial response (which in my case, might be indicitative of a heartier disease).  Either way, I’ll have to get another 4 treatments, and then another scan which will also hopefully say “complete response” and then it’s the end of the story.  Stay tuned to the hodgeblog for the exciting results of my next PET scan.  I’ll be shitting bricks in the meantime and writing another survival guide for your entertainment.  Ciao!