It’s true, it’s true! The cancer is still gone! The doctor did not call me and say he got my results mixed up with someone else’s. The cancer is gone. In the words of Reverend Martin Luther King Jr., “Free at Last! Free At last. Free at Last. Thank God Almighty, I am Free At Last.”
Well, not quite.
As it turns out, I’m not done. I just happen to have one of those doctors that don’t consider every test they can perform enough, he wants more. He wants me to do 2 more treatments of the High-Dose IL-2 before going on a monitoring program. 2 more treatments. Can I do it?
I can do 2 treatments. I can do more than that if I have to (don’t tell my doctor). Anyone who has played a shooting video game knows that there is no greater pleasure than standing over your defeated enemy, and firing a couple shots into his now-dead corpse. Bang! Bang! Bang!. Take that, Cancer.
It won’t be easy. My treatments have gotten harder with every step. Vomiting, shaking, fevers, chills, you name it. 7 days of hell followed by 14 days of recovery.
Bring it on.
Death to Cancer
Cancer is Dead