Today marks the midway point in the treatment regimen to obliterate My Olive Pit™.
In fact, it can be said I’m even further advanced than that. As I type this, I’m finishing up my second chemotherapy session, leaving only one to go in exactly two weeks.
I get the feeling from everyone involved that this combo chemotherapy and radiation is doing what it’s supposed to do. Doctors, nurses, and other knowledgable sources respond with optimism when I grill them about my progress. The only naysayer is Dr. Wu, although Dr. Allerton has whispered to me that Wu is a notorious party pooper. Wu, sez A., is loathe to snow patients without iron-clad evidence. In other words, he’ll only be happy come June when my PET scan reveals no trace of cancer left in me.
And, really, I shouldn’t characterize Wu as a naysayer. He simply refuses to tell me everything’s going to be just ducky, Donald Trump’s going fall off the face of the Earth, and the Cubs are going to win the 2016 World Series.
Oh man, If I hit it. I’ll be on top o’the world this fall.
Anyway, here are some images from my session at the IU Health Infusion Center on 2nd St. today.
I figure on being pretty sick for the next few days so I likely won’t be posting while fighting the hork urge.