The ß¡ŤĆĦ ain't back!

   Sorry for the language. But I'm glad.

   The Dr said they're are going to see me again in 3 months. I have some SUV, but it's low enough that they're not worried about it. 

   Yesterday was Cancer Survivor Day. I wanted to celebrate. I could have celebrated. But I had a very unshakeable feeling that today I would get news that I was going to have to go through some type of treatment to remain a survivor.

   I'm not worried. I've done this before. I can handle this. I have a super support team. And hopefully I'd have a plan to take care of it, if there was an it, quickly so I can go on with my life. 

   A plan that would allow me to take care of my other medical problems *cough* Baker's cyst *cough*

   That's the one causing me pain right now. I've put off going to the Dr about that because I didn't want to cause treatment for that to interfere with treatment for this. If treatment for this was necessary.

   I've been worried about this for a while. Well, at least a couple of months now. Ever since I had swollen lymph nodes in my neck in April.

   I've not been scared. I've not really been worried. I've just been resigned. And maybe depressed?

  We're living in tumultuous times. At least I am. Personal stuff. COVID-19 stuff. #BLM stuff. And the #BLM stuff is personal stuff. You know, my wife and kids kind of personal stuff. 

   

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   I may be a little weird. There. I've gotten that off my chest. I didn't want anyone to know. But I've realized that I should probably let people know. And I feel much better now that I've let you know. Seriously. Cause I know I can trust you to not tell anyone.
   While I was going through my treatment, I had a little lightweight backpack that I carried with me. It was convenient for carrying paperwork that they would give me. 
   And my support group. A support group that grew as I was going along. 
   It started out with one. 

   And then some friends joined up. And then some more. I didn't always take them out of the backpack. But there were a few times when I was getting fluids or getting the chemo, that I had them sitting on the windowsill. The nurses even asked me a few times if I had my friends with me. 
   

I did NOT wear my outfit that I bought to any of my treatments. But I did think about it. More than once. But it would have probably made it harder to access my port. And I didn't want to make it more difficult for that. 
   At my appointment Wednesday to get my labs drawn they had some sort of fundraiser thing going on, probably Relay for Life team. But I asked if the guy was wearing a tutu. The lady said no, but she would get him to put it on.
   So the guy came out with his tutu on. He came over. I had a dollar in on pocket that I was going to donate. But Yvette said he should dance or something. So he did a little twirl. So I stuck the dollar in his waistband. 
   
   I've always heard that laughter is the best medicine. In which case, the guy, Yvette, the women behind the counter, the 5 or 6 people in the sitting area; they all had their medicine for the day. Positive Attitude!

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