The funny thing is......

I am surprised at how many compliments I get for my writing... I failed 11th grade English not once, but twice, and I had to go to night school to graduate... I guess I'm a late bloomer.. I wish my English teacher was till here, unfortunately he lost his battle with cancer right around the time I found out about mine. I wish I would have reached out to him. When I was 17, I couldn't stand him. He was trying to push me, to help me achieve. I was still in idiot mode, so all I did was push back. I still regret that 22 years later...

I wen t to the oncologist today. It was a nice visit. There were no tests before hand, so I knew it was mostly a formality... He poked around my stomach, and talked about how cancer can take multiple forms, but the thought we were on the right track. He asked me how I felt now compared to BEFORE I started chemo. I told him that my stomach is much better now, and I said "I guess that the chemo shrinking the tumor?" He said "Oh, certainly!" I noticed a change in his disposition after that. He was genuinely happy, and so was I. Nothing like a happy doctor!

He told me that my CT scan will be after my 8th chemo treatment. That means I'll be half way after next Thursday. He also said that he was looking forward to how good the results were. I said I like the way you think! I'm looking for the same thing. He got serious for a moment and said "I mean it, I expect good thing when we do the scan!" That was all I needed to hear. I'm happy that he is happy....

This last round of chemo was a breeze! The nurse suggested that I start taking Prilosec and a B-complex vitamin. All I know is that I feel much, much better this time around, and I have very expensive urine... But, whatever works!!! I told Calvin that the doctor was really happy with whats going on, and he was really happy to hear that,

It's hard on the kids to go through this. Angela and I just soldier though like we're supposed to, but the kids still freak out every now and then.. I can't blame them, I never dealt with anything like this. I watched my grandpa die when I was 10 or 11... I can't remember exactly, but your grandpa and dad are two different things. I was very sad, but I didn't even cry when he died... I know it will be very different when MY dad passes on. That's the natural progression. A son is supposed to bury his father not the father bury the son...

Anyways, enough doom and gloom. Doc says all is going well, I say all is going well. Heck, I haven't even missed much work! I pulled a service call straight from chemo last Thursday. Freaked that customer out... God is good. That's all there is to it. If you're a believer, you know what I'm talking about, if not; well... There's still time...

There's no way you can have so much peace about such a serious situation without faith! I don't usually go for the beat you over the head method, but I mean it...I've lost  exactly one night of sleep over this ordeal. Just one, and that was the night I was told I have two years! After that, I got my composure, and said to Angela "I can't wait to see how God gets me out of this one!"  I mean it, too. I wait on God for an answer. I also trust my docs and nurses, and all the staff to do their jobs, but I have total piece about the ordeal I'm in...

God is good.

P.S.

I found a blog for a woman that had a very similar situation to mine. Take a look if you're so inclined...

http://karenscancer.blogspot.com/

Cheers!