A Six Year Journey
As my astonishingly stunning, six-year, cancer-versary approaches, I decided to whip up a simple timeline of what has happened over those joyously wonderful, but radically different, years.
To underemphasize the long gone past and emphasize recent events, there’s a huge, non-linear compression of time on the boring left side of the X-axis. The segment in the timeline after the “I’m Very Scared” admission to the “Now” declaration has taken place over the last 4 -6 weeks.
My previous post described in detail what made me start feeling very (feckin’) scared. It was the Emperor’s formidable power to insidiously inject ominous thoughts into my consciousness whenever he wants. I often fancied I was on final descent and destined for a world of pain in the near future. The steroids then kicked in and a quantum leap in my mental/physical health magically occurred. Hallelujer!
The cherry on top of my Lazarus-like experience was the MRI scan follow up with my neurosurgeon, which happened today. Good News: There are no new growths and no progression of existing tumors. Bad news: Those pesky, relentless, chronic, hemorrhaging, lesions are still working their asses off for the Emperor Of All Maladies.
Glad to see the uptick! Keep Pushing On! (old REO Speedwagon fan here)
Thank you bruh. I hope you Rhoda et all are doing well. πππππ