My oncologist, for all intents and purposes, does not appear to speak. From May 31st till today it’s been the occasional verb/noun combo and for emphasis the occasional shrug or hand gesture. Well not today by god, he came in talking and left talking in grammatically correct, fully structured English sentences.
I looked good, the tumor is responding (both of them) positively, the steroid torture ends this week not to renewed and it’s quite possible that I only have 1 chemo session and not 3 more as originally planned. As for our C.B. plans he said not a word he merely rescheduled my chemo for the Monday after we’re back.
My regimen of herbs (21 pills or capsules per day) is my biggest hurdle, just taking into consideration the amount of time it takes to consume the little bastards, add to that the 4 other non herbal pills and the 2 liquid vitamins and we’re talking 16 ounces of water before I even have a cup of coffee. However, it was great news to know that I’ve made some tangible progress, and with the steroids going away I am hoping for some gym time soon so I can start rebuilding my withered legs before C.B..
While I don’t know the outcome of all of this I can say that having a positive approach, a loving family and a host of loving friends sure makes a difference on your outlook. If life doesn’t strike you as absurdly funny you maybe there's somethings missing in your life.
I don’t see a doctor, other than my internist, until August 10th and that’s just fine with me. I’m C.B. bound and if you know what’s best for you you’ll not stand in my way.
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