The Treatment Plan

For the cancer I've got there is a specific treatment plan. I do this and the odds are 90% I will never see this cancer again. Here's what will take place:
Radiation: There will be approximately 33 radiation treatments aimed at my pelvic area. They began July 5 and will conclude at approximately August 18th.
Reaction: First third: No issues. Second third: Discomfort. Final third: Increasing discomfort, culminating in 'brutal'.
Chemotherapy: There will be two courses of treatment. The first was started on July 5. The second will begin August 1st.
Reaction: First course produced nasty mouth sores, an overall sludgey feeling and 'chemo brain'. At least I know what to expect for the second course, and can make some plans.

I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
Philippians 4:13

Monday, November 28, 2011

A Great Message

Yes, I know, again - it's about time . . .
A friend forwarded the following youtube clip earlier today. I just watched it. I find myself feeling that it is imperative that I forward it - and through the blog!
The link came with this message:

    *It is about a pilot that was supposed to be on American Airlines
    flight 11 the morning of 9/11. If you remember, Flight 11 was the
    first Boeing 767 to fly into the World Trade Center. In the beginning 

    it sounds as if it will be another heart rending story about 9/11 
    or a video centered around the airline industry. It takes a turn 
    half way through the video and oh, what a turn it takes. 

It will take about 15 minutes of your time, but to me it is time well spent.

Here is the link:

"In My Seat": http://www.youtube.com/user/peterscheibner#p/a/u/0/cLj4akmncsA

It's a great message, and gave me quite a kick in the butt. (Butt can take it now, it is only moderately sore.)
If you have ever wondered, 'why am I still here while others are not', this message is for you. And if you've never wondered . . well, it's for you too.

And, here I am, just fine. Nearly back to 100%.

I hope what I write next in no way dishonors or devalues the 'In My Seat' message. It's as trivial as it gets, but here goes -

All I want for Christmas is lots of growing hair. I still have only fuzz. I am suppressing the urge to call it pathetic. I am grateful for it. It is hair, of a sort, and it is growing, kind of. I am praying that someday it will amount to something . . .

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