"Good" News

Surgery for me! It looks like my first round of chemo has been successful and I'm now trying to schedule a surgery within the month to remove what's left of the cancer cells in my body. I say it's "good" news because I don't really feel like having surgery at the moment. Also, next week and the week after that, I don't feel like surgery. As much as I don't like the thought of renegade cells waking up and deciding to multiply again, next month I still don't feel like surgery.

It's not that I'm overly nervous about it, I mean, I'm knocked out for the thing, and haven't had any terrible experiences so far except bedridden boredom. I just thought the surgery was going to be like a reward after I'm done with all my treatments: the last stop before radiation and then goodbye Cancer Town and its smaller outlying communities... Nothing to look forward to from here except getting stronger, traveling, sitting in the sun without fear of melting, having my vampire teeth fall out...

Instead I have to face the knife once again knowing that my I.V. drip is soon going to be replaced by another chemical onslaught in the upcoming weeks, so, sorry I'm just not overly excited about this "good" news. I am, however, happy to report that the last 4 chemo treatments I received actually did something besides make me feel sick. The cancer is twiddling its thumbs, clearly baffled on what to do next, so we're taking advantage of its confused state and luring it into a pietri dish where it will live out the rest of its days. Maybe it will spend some time in a freezer somewhere, perhaps stained for educational slides, but it will have a new life and a new purpose that does not involve me.

Sayonara, little buddies... sorry you had to go and mutate and get cut out of my life forever. Good luck on the slide table.