Today I'm going to try to start up my blog once again, seems like the only time I choose to use this when there's some kind of crisis either in the works or just finished.
Well this time it's my health. It seems like last May 29, on my birthday. My GP Dr. Robert Moore look at my chest x-ray and pronounced that he saw cancer. Well I did. The mass showed up at a roughly 8 cm spot on my right lung. In the world of cancer, that size comes out to be a stage three A. The cancer was confirmed by a PET scan. In treatment was begun immediately. I attended the Rapide's original cancer center where I retraced received intravenous doses of drugs once a week for about 11 to 16 sessions. During that time, I received radiation every day. On the cancer spot on my long.
One day in the summer of 2010 I had driven Dena to Dr. steers for a steroid injection of her hip. Although memory is failing me. I was waiting in the car and must have had a spell, not unlike a stroke and needy rushed me to the emergency room at rapid regional where I was pronounced with pneumonia. I don't know how long I stayed in there but it must've been around a week and was released home. Not long after that on a trip back to the cancer center. I evidently passed out of the seat of DD's car and she rushed me over the emergency room where they evidently pronounced me with pneumonia again. This time they put me in a long-term recovery hospital where I received at least 10 solid days of medicine nurses would change the bags and sequences that consisted of a three bag regiment took about 20 minutes for each bag to drain and then after all three had completed it. Give me a look like a one hour break and will start the process all over again. Evidently pneumonia I had was pretty bad. After release from the hospital. I was put on a program called immunotherapy, which is a bag of chemicals that is designed to break down the mask cancer has on the human immune system. The program consist of 26 weeks of one bag takes about an hour to download. I got through roughly half of that program and then had what might be described as a stroke.
Randy and I were outside of the house measuring for a metal carport for Denahwhen Randy said I was acting funny and we came back in. After Denah heard me talk. He said I sounded like I had a mouthful of mush as she rushed me to the emergency room. After the normal test and a CAT scan. They evidently sent the information electronically to Tulane University where I got a video examination by Dr. there. He said the CAT scan did not show any signs of a stroke, but it did show a spot on the right side of my brain which should be investigated for cancer. That investigation on an MRI showed that there were two spots on the right side of the brain. As of May 2020, I'm taking radiation treatments for those two spots. Evidently they have a new radiation software/hardware that is extremely good on small cancers. So far I have had one treatment and expecting a total of 3 to 5 treatments, which really sounds like a very few.
So, how do I feel the days have their ups and downs. Some days I feel like I'm 90 years old walk with a slight shuffle and experience loss of feeling in my left fingertips. The feeling appears to come back every now and then but a much-reduced scale and I doubt it will never totally return.
As is right now, it's 2 o'clock in the morning and I was tossing and turning, couldn't get comfortable, and couldn't sleep. One of my blessings is a Wi-Fi bedside radio where I can listen to the nonsense talk shows at night when I wake up and can't go back to sleep for I guess 10 to 20 minutes maybe.
So as it is, I believe I'll try to work the blog again. Although I am almost sure nobody reads it. More to come
