Keep kicking ass Ed.

Great news, Ed! I love it that you're just getting out there, traveling, and doing your thing, brother.

Godspeed!

What he said^ x1000

You kick ass, Ed!

Mmmm, mmmm! The nurse who just came to check on me while I am getting chemo is hot! She is sandy blonde, very cute face, hourglass figure and she looks great coming and going, and she's fit. If I had Saccopoo's game, I might get me some of that naughty nurse action, too. How does the man do it? Even without his game, if I was 20 years younger and didn't have cancer, I'd have to ask her out for a coffee. I hope she comes back to see how I am doing.

Hit it!

This!!!

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This year is not shaping up well for a good end. I got a test result back and my CEA, the cancer marker in my blood, has shot up from the mid 200s in October to 427. It was nowhere near that high when I was first diagnosed and told I'd die in ten weeks without treatment. I am not sure what the hell is going on with that. They're going to turn me into a pin cushion over the next week, too, and I don't like all the needles that are going to be jabbed at me. Today, I have to go in for a blood draw (30 miles each way just for that...) and a CT scan Friday, but at least it is at the center on 435 and Nall so much closer to home, and then treatment next Monday.

Prayers for you, my Brother. Stay strong

Sorry to hear about your potential setback. Best of luck with the testing this week.

I got a call on the way home from one of my nurses, but it was not one of those "come back right away!" calls. She said my platelets rose from 84 to 137, but they are still low. 150 is the minimum they want to see. They might put me back on the stuff that gave me a horrid rash on my face last year to try to knock that CEA down, but I hope there is another option. The rash on my face did go away but you can still see some discoloration on my abdomen where it popped out there. That was miserable and I don't care to revisit it.

I feel so tired. Nap time. I just got a message from a dear friend. Her husband found out today he has testicular cancer. A needle biopsy awaits. I'd have to be knocked well out before they took a needle to my bollocks. I feel terrible for the guy.

Prayers all-around. You're a warrior, a WARRIOR I tell ya.

Keep on fighting you strong Viking!

Thinking of you, brother.