August 22nd results: Clean!

Okay. So I have much to report to you. My MRI/checkup on August 22nd went very well. Everything came back clean and stable and there was nothing of interest to tell me about it. It was great, more of a social call than anything else. What is kind of disturbing me is that I was halfway expecting it. This is not good because I know that there will be one sunny day when those expectations will end up crumbling to the ground as a result of the earth shattering news that, in fact, he's back, and he's in better shape than ever before. I need to be thankful every single time I get news like this, but I'm slowly expecting it. I just need to work my way out of that.

I've read articles where 5, 6 years later, the tumor returns. That could very easily be me. How does a patient handle the news all over again? I don't know. I know that Doctors desperately detest giving it. I really don't want that day to ever appear my future.

In more positive news, the semester at Temple has started, and I think I have a good class. There are some talkers and trouble makers in there, so I think it'll be everything that I want in a good class. It's good because I'm anxious, but not overly anxious about teaching. I have a firm place to start which is really all I ask for. Not drowning in my own fear of public speaking anymore. It was actually kind of natural. 

Well at least I have a new super power...

So I'm just writing this to let you all know that after this whole brain cancer fiasco, I at least get a taste of what it's like to have superpowers. Now some of you may say that I don't really have superpowers, but that it's just from the massive doses of radiation I received to kill the unrelenting growth of killer cells in my brain, but you see, I don't see it that way. Just as the Fantastic Four were dosed with extremely high radiation in outer space, I was dosed with extremely high radiation (unfortunately, though, here on earth). Though they got cool super powers like invisibility, fire and flight, I, on the other hand, get the unique ability to grow extra curly hair in the tip of my hair at the front of my head (I was hoping that I would have a gray streak of hair growing in a la Rogue in X-Men, but alas, I did not.

I am proud of my curly hair. Like a tattoo, it's a sign of what I've been through. I just lost my list of comparisons. Actually I never really had one (I really have no idea why that was the first comparison to spring to mind).

Nevertheless, it's been incredibly difficult to get back to 'regular life'. I say this because I never realized the difficulty that I would have just getting used to barbacking again. A few weeks ago, there was a day where I had ankle pain, knee pain, and my throat was getting soar. It was killing me (that's the thespian in me in case you're wondering). So I've been wearing a knee brace for the last few weeks because the only thing worse than throwing out your back is having crippling knee pain.

My next check up's at the end of August, so if I don't write before then, you'll definitely hear about it after. 

1 year and no Tumor!

My MRI yesterday came back clean, and we all celebrated (Not really though. It was more of a private celebration). That being said, it's been a whole year, and I still have no Tumor. Needless to say, my whole team is very happy for me. I did kind of meander through hell to get here, and I'm hoping to stay here (rather than traversing back through the fires of hell again) as long as I can.


So I've come back to Philly. I was offered a job at Temple (which, as of right now, I'm planning on teaching). So I have to prepare the materials for that class. But before I get to that, I have to set my life back up here (by the way, I have so much junk, I think I'm a closet pack rat). Looking forward to it though. I think my laundry list of to-dos might be a summer-long list rather than a list to take care of over a few days.

I also desperately need a hair cut (I thought you guys couldn't live without that information).

OK OK this time it's for real

So I know I've claimed that I'm moving back to Philly, but this time I think I may actually mean it (provided that I can find a job). The problem is that I can't find work anywhere down in Atlanta (or anywhere else for that matter). I know the economy's seen better days but is it really that bad right now?

On top of that I'm so absurdly bored that I don't even have the desire to do anything anymore. I think my boredom is sucking the life out of me. All I want to do is sit around and watch crappy action movies. I really hope this isn't symbolic of what my 30's are going to be like...


I've got another MRI appt on April 25th, so after that I'll be heading up to Philly. Alright folks, get ready for a whole lot of me.

Summing up all my manliness for this one

This took a large pair of cajones to write guys because I don't really think that I wanted to admit it to myself. But I think that I may kind of be scared to get back into the real world (sometimes I feel like I am in the real world but I'm hesitant to go back to the fake one). After searching through all of these places that I could make a new home, the same fear still plagues me.


What makes me afraid, you may be asking yourself, to go back to the real world? I'm still working through this, but I think that at least part of the answer is that I'm afraid to get comfortable somewhere that I may have to rip myself out of again if (and maybe when) this tumor begins it's next ascent on my life. Can I not be comfortable anywhere then? I don't know the answer to that one.


I think that part of the problem (which I already know) is that I'm too comfortable here. I can work on music, watch TV, and read books all at my leisure (I can't find a damn job, ok!). I had trouble doing all of these in my old life (I didn't watch televised TV though, nor did I really want to). I think the problem is that I feel comfortable enough now to do those things here, and I may not feel that comfortable wherever I move. Sure, there'll be some hectic moving in nonsense to deal with, but I want to be this comfortable wherever I move. I wasn't ever this comfortable before, and I don't want to give it up.

So I'm stuck: I can't let myself get comfortable again due to possibly having to be ripped out, but at the same time, I want to be as comfortable as I am now. I don't know what to do. 


I've also realized that I can't move back into the life I had before. I'm not a 22 year-old going back to Philly. I'm going to be 30 next month, and I've decided that it's now or never when it comes to growing up (I was not an adult at 22 and this little project may not work out). I've just decided that I'm too old to be moving back to a bar job (that I'm not even on the books at) that I've barely held on to for the last 2-plus years and for a band that I haven't played with much for 2-plus years.


If I end up moving back to Philly (which actually looks like the biggest possibility right now), I'll have to start everything over again. So I may move close to Drexel in West Philly if I decide to do that. If this happens, I'm of course, really excited to start playing again with Cloud Minder, I just don't think I can move back to Philly only because of an old band. I'm old enough to expect a little bit more from my life.

What the hell am I doing?

I have no idea what's going on. I don't know where to live or what to do. I realized this last night when I should've been sleeping (i.e. the only time I have deep meaningful thoughts). Ugh... 

Anyway, I don't think I'm going to be moving back up to Philly...not right now at least. I don't know enough to say much more. It's far too cold for me to be up there huddled in front of a heater with not much else going on. I need to be busy to live up in a frigid situation like that. I hate to say it, but I'm going to be living down here for a little while.

I am looking forward to my trip to San Diego and my road trip as well. Beyond that I don't know.

Write more when I know it. 

That makes two clean MRIs

Since I've been up in Philly during my move-in-two-parts, I've had tons of trouble finding someone to take me to my appointment with Dr. Q today. It would've helped had I found someone that would take me down one month before hand, but being the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of guy I am (Actually, I felt kind of bad because whoever would give me a ride would also be giving up a whole day) and after harassing several people to give me a ride, I finally forced Cassie into it (actually she very willingly gave up her much needed shift today).

Laughing our way down to Baltimore (which was just what I needed, it kept my mind from wandering to the massively disconcerting problems that potentially lay in my immediate future), we made good time (largely because of Cassie's persistent tongue-lashings due to my unsatisfactory driving speed). Cassie's a doll though. We had a good time, and during the nerve-wracking wait for my appointment, she was there for me. I really appreciate that Cassie.

I'm excited to be moving back into the real world, but that doesn't quite remove some of the strangeness that creeps over me now and again that I've felt since being back in the real (or maybe a better word is new) world. It's almost like I don't quite deserve it (hmmm...that's not quite it though). Maybe...how can I deserve to go back to a fairly normal existence when some of my friends have died and others have been ripped out of their lives never to return to what they once knew. I may be (or probably am) over-thinking this, but here I am, after this unbelievably life-changing experience, able to step back into my old life while also being given the gift of a second chance, a second chance to do things right or, at least, to do them with my feet actually on the ground rather than floating somewhere above. I'm moving back up here for better or worse (hopefully for the better), and I'm getting back to where I was before my world crumbled.

This is also my 100th post. I don't know if that's something to celebrate or not...   

1/1/11: Good bye to yet another year I've completely washed my hands of

2011. I'm finally able to start a year off with the right foot rather than the badly mangled stump of one that I've started the year off with lately. It feels good to NOT be fearing for my life for once in what seems like a vast wasteland of an eternity (I'm chuckling right now because, for some reason, the first Planet of the Apes just came to mind). I still have to make an appointment with Dr. Q on the 10th, but I'm not having any of the dreaded telltale symptoms that something new is festering inside my skull for which I'm ultimately thankful.

Everything's not as nice and neat as it seems though. Brewing under my (seemingly) content exterior, something's gurgling within me that's more unsettling than not. It's something that I never really expected to happen to me. So the problem is that I'm having trouble being a part of everyone's happy, careless (not really careless just seemingly so), and carefree lives. For example at my first shift back at the taproom the other night, it started off being good to see everyone, but then everyone started dancing around having a great time one girl even danced on the bar, and though it was good to watch these people having such a good time, I thought to myself that it had been such a long time since I'd been able to let loose and just freak out for a little bit like everyone there that I began to wonder if I could even do that again. 

It was so weird. Such an unexpected and altogether alienating experience, that it almost took my breath away. I almost didn't feel like I was myself anymore. I was living the life of my twin--alike in appearance and recognized as such--but I'm simply not the person I used to be. Now I'm left wondering what the hell I can do, even who I am now. 

I'm hoping this is just a phase that I'm going through in this real world re-entering period and that it'll end just as quickly as it began, but right now nothing's for sure. I feel like I'm walking around upside down. Strange...