Today is December 3,2013. Since my diagnosis August 16,, one hundred and eight days, depending on my fuzzy-brained calculations, have passed. Most have been good days and pretty good nights - naps pretty fair - I've taken those in good health.
I eat like a hog and have not regained my top weight. I assume my disease has an appetite for ice cream, too.The chef is preparing tri-tip and broccolini for dinner.
I get nudges. I read the prayers and literature. Found two copies of the whole Bible on my iPhone! Web-based or located I don't know. Not like I don't have paper and on the Kindle. Pretty much any thought about faith can be pursued.
When I left radiation, Dr. Koo gave me three months to a year. One hundred, eight days, tic-toc, tic-toc.