There may be change, as I continue my battle with Cancer – likely, a new lease on life is in store for the time being?
Last week, I got the results back from my recent scans on the latest prognosis with my current treatment (Chemotherapy).
I chose to fight the disease with my Oncologist, rather than let the low life disease take me for granted, “no way Jose is that going to happen, that’s for damn sure!” I will continue the battle.
The battle continues as I take in my sixth round of Chemotherapy, while I await my doctor’s return from his oversea’s vacation to see what his next step will be with my course of treatment.
Change is always good news as they say, especially when the Chemotherapy seems to be doing its job and my body is responding well to treatment, something the Cancer team likes to see on their part as far as treatment is concerned.
It gives them a better perspective on extending the patient’s lease on life. As for me? It’s just another dose with a new lease on life. The news couldn’t come at a better time, because I was expecting the worst possible outcome, when treatment would have not worked and my body may have rejected it all. Literally this isn’t the case with this round on the battlefield – its awesome news!
Fighting the “war on cancer” with Chemotherapy has done an awesome job has I transitioned to a new life in the Midwestern states of the Great Lakes nearly a year ago coming this December.
What can be more astounding than doing a rain dance, when the fall rains and chillier weather is upon us, as we work our way toward Halloween, the holidays and beyond? Nada, it’s just the greek sauce on the pasta that makes things sweeter than the Amish cornstalks and the ripeness of the great Northwest Red Apples.
I feel stronger, better, and healthier to say – I mus say, I was probably on the mist of losing life, when it was all discovered in the four months since, its discovery.
My thought is you either kick cancer’s ass or you don’t. I’d rather kick its butt rather than let it do what it wants to do with my life cancerwise and kill me in the long run, as I say, “it ain’t gonna happen Gracie, I’m gonna keep running to third base and score a “home run,” as I smack the ball out of the goddamn ballpark with a spanking new Louisville Slugger made just for the occasion of beating the disease to the core.
My Chemotherapy treatment seems to be the best method and route to go as I see it in today’s world of modern medicine, as for other’s, their treatment may adversely be different from mine and the suggestion of their Oncologist.
Life is precious enough to continue living out the next fifty years or more – but, surviving the rounds of treatment and the prognosis of surviving the disease is probably one the best choices I could have made has I mentioned elsewhere in this blog.
It was a choice, not only a good one, but a precious one at hand, while taking a leap of faith and see where it goes – the gamble was all I needed to play my cards at hand and hopefully, just hopefully it was all I needed, perhaps, I may have won the jackpot on life?
The fight and the war on cancer continues as they say in the Army – “hooah!,” which is always a good thing, while the Marines Semper Fi the battle at will.