Yep. This is how I look in the morning.
But on my behalf, I did start Temodar at 6 am. As you can see by the energetic expression on my face, I didn't feel very well (to say the least). I got up at 6 am to begrudgingly feed my cat (as I do most mornings). Then after sluggishly surmounting the staircase, I decided to start the clock of my Temodar regimen.
Other than feeling half-witted this morning, it felt good to begin what could either be the beginning or end phase of treatment. Hopefully, this will kill the tumor in my head, but due to the many blogs I've read regarding individuals in the same boat, this may just be one more phase in a slowly descending spiral to my ultimate decline, but that being said, I'm not ready to go quietly into this good night, my friends. No, if I'm gonna lose this battle, I'm at least going out with a fight.
My friend Kevin and I were talking on the way back up to Philly the other day. It was the first time that we had talked since his recent deployment to the battlefield in Afghanistan. I realized then that we actually have much in common. His enemies are external and numerous while my enemies are internal and constantly proliferating. We both have wars to fight. He's fighting his over there while I'm fighting mine right here. Kev's a bigger man, though. He's a medic out in a foreign land facing the terrors of the battlefield to save his comrades from the horrifying conditions they all assume while I'm just trying to save myself from a distinctly unenlightened gang of wayward cells. I get to fight my war in my house. Kev has to be in lonely foreign territory for his fight.
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