I warned you that I might take drastic action if the ants on my head didn’t return to their anthill. So what do you think?
Don’t tell me you fell for it. I ain’t not gonna (as you know, I love butchering grammar) head down this path until I have to. If ever. This photo is courtesy of my daughter, and Patrick Stewart, whose chrome dome she superimposed on my head with Photoshop. After looking at this photo, which adds about 20 years to me, I am in no hurry to head down this path.
As for the blog title today, it’s almost scary for me to say but other than the facial and scalp side effects of the Tarceva, I haven’t felt this well in months. No cough, no pressure on my chest from Fuzzy, no need for a runner for when I got on base in our softball game today… But I do have some bad news: we got clobbered. However, the new scalp medicine I have has reduced the anthill to a few creepy-crawlies, and no longer a sleep-stopper. Those of you that have read earlier posts know that I can sleep through just about anything including claustrophobic brain radiation treatments so it takes a lot to keep me awake. And since the ants no longer do, I am getting just about as much sleep as I want. And I want. Now I just have the zits to contend with. I know, I know. Just a couple weeks ago I was having you all do a Z-I-T cheer to encourage their sprouting. Be careful what you wish for. You guys must really have done a great job.
So I know this HAD to be a coincidence but you have to wonder if this company has secret access to a cancer database. I have never received a solicitation from them in my life. Timing is everything, eh?:
I think I’ll toss this one, thank you very much. 🙂
My brother Mike recently pitched a story idea to a local TV station (NBC7) via their website and they bit. Yesterday a reporter came out to our house and interviewed me for a story about my journey and this blog and it aired last night at 11pm. I have to admit the reporter did a good job of editing the footage as I was very concerned about how it would come out. But I think it worked out OK. Other than my putting skills, I mean. What do you think? Click here.
Meeting up with a bunch of my old (sorry but we are) high school cronies next Saturday up in OC for an early lunch, and then afterwards for a Bar-B-Q dinner at my brother’s house. Really looking forward to it. Haven’t left town since this whole journey began. But now that I am feeling this well, I have no qualms about heading out.
A board member from work hooked me up with someone she knew who is a 7-year, stage 4 lung cancer survivor. Had a great conversation with him last Friday. He is big into taking initiative towards his own treatment, especially as it relates to diet. Hmm. May have to look more into his recommendations. But very encouraging no matter what. It can be done.
Business as usual. Day at a time.