Change I can believe in.
November 11, 2008
So what if it's too early to be celebrating?
Good news and bad news always seems to come in waves for me… Did I tell you that I was in a car accident the day before I found out I had Hodgkin’s? True story. In the spirit of overkill, watching Obama win the election reinforced the sense that my scans would reveal good news. My hunch was right: a complete response to treatment. After some premature celebrating, followed by another chemo session, I feel like a repeatedly run-over million dollar bill.
I asked my doctor if they could reduce the chemo dose in my circumstance, but apparently that’s a really dangerous idea. So it’s 3 more times of getting kicked in the nuts and then the trickiest part of all: repeating these results every scan for the rest of my life.
I’m glad to see that you’re chemo hasn’t limited your ability to look like a degenerate lumberjack.
That’s great news, buddy!!! You’re almost there. That beard is looking strong. Let’s hang soon, can’t wait to kick your ass again
Yes You Can!
Nor has it affected your flair for the simile (a la “repeatedly run over million dollar bill”). I feel like I should be able to come up with the right encouraging Thing to Say. But all I got is: It WILL end. This WILL all be a not-great memory, fading fast. In the meantime, though, it sure doth blow. (Congrats on the scan!)
Looking good all the way.And”yes you can”!!!! We are all with you, even an ocean away. Love from germany!!!!
Cancer is gay!
a super CUTE degenerate lumberjack, I might add……