Leukemia

Starting April 1, 2017 I was slammed down by Leukemia. Some April fool joke, eh?

Last Sunday, June 25, 2017 was the first time I rode the Nun since March. It was wonderful.

I'm in remission right now and feeling pretty good. But the doctors will soon put a stop to that.

Next on the agenda is worse chemo than I've already done, plus stem cell therapy.

Prognosis: 50% chance that I'll be "healed", 50% chance that I won't, and 15% chance that the treatment will kill me. Gentlemen, place your bets.

Those odds are based on average patients, meaning much older and sicklier than this tough old dog. So maybe I actually have better odds. Odds are for suckers, anyway. Anything might happen. The Russian roulette aspect of the treatment just keeps things interesting. Yeah, right.

I'm not really sad or despairing. It mostly just kind of sucks. I had finally reached a point of contentment in my life. All was well and I was looking forward to maybe ten more years of the same. Surprise!

Oh well. I've had one helluva good full life. If my life flashes before my eyes as I depart this existence, it'll be the blockbuster of the year.