So this morning, I had the 25th out of 25 scheduled radiation treatments for the prostate cancer — which means, Dear Hearts, that hopefully we have seen off the beast! I still have the prospect of another 16 months or so (gulp) of hormone treatments — but that’s just a preventive measure against any future encroachments by the Diabolical Doctor C.
It should still take 2-3 weeks before my body (specifically everything between the belly button and the knees) to be reasonably normal once again, so nights — which tend to be the roughest times — will still be rollicking for a bit. But as a symbolic gesture, I went back to the gym yesterday for the first time since the rads started coming, to begin the process of taking back my stamina and fitness. Live strong, baby.
Thanks to all those who have been so kind and supportive while I’ve been dealing with this business. Love ya back.
Oh, if you’re puzzled by the change of photo for the update — the flower that has heretofore graced the tops of these blurbs represented the stinking little blossom that was so impertinently using my insides as a growth medium. Now that it’s (fingers crossed) vanquished, Yours Truly is a happy puppy once again.
Woof!
Ronald Crittenden 