My 3rd stay at the furthest operating table

Ugh...I've been dealing with a rather interesting Doctors' debate over the last several days. All in all, I've got to have another surgery...then radiation and/or chemo...then possibly Antineoplastons. I need to back up though. I need to pretend like I don't know what's going to happen after this surgery. I just know that I'm going to have to get through the first step, then I can deal with the rest.

My surgery's set for Feb. 25th, and I'd love to hear from all of you guys around that time. I'll be up in Baltimore again, so anyone that has the slightest bit of time on their hands should feel more than welcome to come and visit me. It'll be a glorious time of wonder and enchantment (not guaranteed).

Well...so here I am, back at the beginning. It feels kins of terrible, but I know that I'm much better off now than where I was last year. I think that actually being there last year at this time would be far more terrible than this. So on that note, I'm going to go sulk for a bit. Then I'm going to stand up and brush myself off. What else can be done?