Have I said before that cancer sucks? Well, if I haven't, it does. The lastest news its that I'm really doing a bad job getting nutrition down.
Wait, I jumping ahead of my self. Yesterday, being tired of wearing pants that look like they come from my big brother, I went to Steinmart to get some that fit. Knowing full well what I need, I walk in and ask Brenda, my personal shopper, (just kidding), where to find some 30 X 30. "Hon", she said, "Don't belive we've got any today, but you can look." Proved her wrong, after about 45 minutes. Found one pair. However they are "Hip" jeans. Skinny legs, faded, bell bottom, low waist, form fitting, cool, Chuck Schultz jeans. Lynda sez I look like James Dean. What I trying to say, I'm at 137, which is 1953 weight.
Well, the doc sez this will not work. We've got to attempt another dialation as see if we can push that hole to be somewhat bigger and this time it's in the hospital. So, that's where I'm reporting from, a hospital bed. This time they are going to keep me overnight to "observe" me.
Only have 6 more rads and one more chemo. Knocking them down one day at a time. Hmm, wonder if they will let me go down stairs for rad in the AM? Shucks, they can just push me down in this bed.
Thanks again for all your prayers.