Here it is, over 40 years later, and I’m finally living better through chemistry, and in an entirely legal manner I might add. How strange. The radiation therapy zaps what living brain cells might be harboring some swiftly mutating cells (in the dead of night you can almost hear the cytoplasm cells tear as the cell divides) while lethal chemicals are administered intravenously by lovely little nurses in hazmat suits, as their aides post hazardous waste material signs on the door of both room and bathroom in great haste. The seventh dose of radiation was given today, with a second dose of my lethal cocktail chemo scheduled for Monday, June 15th.
This has been mind altering I’ll have you know, and not in a Timothy Leary “oh wow man” sort of way. I am now forthcoming with a thank you and a smile; I talk to pleasantly nursing staff, toll booth attendants, clerks at the grocery store. I thank the man or woman who comes by your table to wipe off it off before, during or after meal. Missed phone calls are now being returned with heretofore regularity. In other words I am being enveloped in a miasma of kindness and courtesy.
I am calling it short night tonight as today has been busy from beginning to end and I actually put out eight hours of effort that reaped the rewards I was not looking for. But in closing let me say that your love and support has been behind this unasked from transformation, but now that the doors are wide open I know that there can never be any going back.