Before I get carried away, I would like to wish a Happy
Birthday to my oldest niece, Julie (who is still a punk kid by my standards)
and my sister-in-law, Marianne. Hope you both have a great day.
And as for me, I head back to Portland to start chemotherapy.
It is fairly benevolent: four or five hours per session, but only four sessions
separated by 3 weeks. The drugs, Carboplatin and Pemetrexed are supposed to be
easier to handle than the horrible drugs I took last time around. With that
said, the sheet they gave me about them did mention that they get cancer cells
to commit suicide. Now, I know that cancer doesn’t want to hold my hand and
sing songs, but driving it to suicide seems, well just rude.
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