Oh, I saw my nurses yesterday! I just had to visit them. I am back to 200 pounds, need a haircut and I can walk without faultering! Oh, I gave them the biggest bearhug and they squeezed me back! It must be nice, in that profession, to see the success stories, to have patients come visiting who don't need anything, just to say hello and, yes, thankyou! It is a bit dangerous what they do. They wear hazmat suits as they administer the voodoo chemicals and inspite of everything, they are so cheerful. You would never know their pains or bad days or what troubles are after them. They are always so cheerful, a mask of the job. A job where half your customers die off can't be pleasant!
There was no fear this time in seeing the main voodoo doctor. I knew I was fine. You get to know your body pretty well when you go through what I did. We are friends now and the alien beings who invaded are gone. I am cancerfree. Next check up, sometime in July and maybe another six months after that.
This blog will probably slow down a bit as I have lost the evil that it encompassed. I read other cancer blogs and may respond here to something that sparks my interest, maybe to say how I did it or to offer some kind of encouragement in an otherwise dark and scarry place. A blog I no longer use but keep for my own memories of this trainwreck can be found on my ArtWanted site, where it says "Blog". It is a day to day account, an attempt to find laughter in the wreckage. For the best reading of this scroll to the very bottom and read it backwards. It is HERE.http://www.artwanted.com/slate I read it myself from time to time. I never want to forget where I have been.
There was no fear this time in seeing the main voodoo doctor. I knew I was fine. You get to know your body pretty well when you go through what I did. We are friends now and the alien beings who invaded are gone. I am cancerfree. Next check up, sometime in July and maybe another six months after that.
This blog will probably slow down a bit as I have lost the evil that it encompassed. I read other cancer blogs and may respond here to something that sparks my interest, maybe to say how I did it or to offer some kind of encouragement in an otherwise dark and scarry place. A blog I no longer use but keep for my own memories of this trainwreck can be found on my ArtWanted site, where it says "Blog". It is a day to day account, an attempt to find laughter in the wreckage. For the best reading of this scroll to the very bottom and read it backwards. It is HERE.http://www.artwanted.com/slate I read it myself from time to time. I never want to forget where I have been.
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